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Had a Differential Equations teacher in college who was also marathon runner. One day she wore a pair of white pants to class and you could easily see her thong through. Wowzer indeed. I think every guy in class perked up that morning and it was at 8:30am. Ever seen the level of enthusiasm of an 8:30 math class? Well it was taken up a knotch that day.
If she wasn't married she would have been a total cougar.
What you younger guys don't seem to understand is that while you may think we're a total turn-on, we don't necessarily think you're anything other than fun to look at.
Stop lying. You know you would want to take them home. LOL
Ever since I was about 18...it's always been the 30-50 age group that has done it for me. Sorry, just don't see the young'uns as anything but pretty fluffheads.
I view all hot women 18-50 the same..."wonder what she looks like naked"
But you better believe I'd fill their egotistical lil head with nonsense like "youre the hottest cougar Ive met"
You know, looking back, there were a several of those when I was in my 20s. I was one naive guy (still am, to be perfectly honest, about these things).
One time, I worked at a graphic design firm, and we had one client who ran beauty pageants as a hobby. Trust me, she didn't look like the usual scary beauty pageant maven either. Kind of a Jacqueline Bissett type in her late 30s. So anyway, she was constantly flirting with me over the phone as we discussed this project of hers. Finally, when the finished pieces were ready, I called her to say they were ready to pick up. She asked me to come drop them off at her place. As it turns out, I got busy with something else, and had elderly runner drop them off instead. He came back smirking, and said, "I think she was expecting you." Evidently, she opened the door wearing a very short silk bathrobe. Damn.
Then there was the woman who owned the restaurant. I typeset her menus as a promotion. She was an attractive MILF type. Whenever I delivered the menus, she would run her fingertips up and down my rib cage. In my naivete, I wondered if she was hitting on me. Double damn.
Then there was the Xerox printer rep who was ten years older than me, who came to town to conduct a training class. She was with another rep, and asked me to go out with them. We wound up in a pool hall down the street from my apartment and, whenever the other rep went to the bathroom, she would drape herself all over me. Again, I was asking myself, "Is Cindy hitting on me?" And decided, "Nah. She's just friendly." Plus I was dating somebody at the time. Damn, damn, and triple damn.
Yeah. Now maybe you guys will understand my thread about swingers.
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