I met a young man this weekend who was adorable, smart, funny and earnest in all the ways that 17-year-old boys weren't when I was that age. I strongly dislike the term "cougar" but, suffice it to say, for the first time ever, I could see myself as a Mrs. Robinson.
Of course, nothing happened - that's not only illegal but also disgusting! But a (dirty old) woman can dream, can't she?
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