Cougar In The Hunt: Moments

He said to me “…Immaturity is a burden,” and that he was….

In just a MOMENT

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Not even the crowd, all around me, distilled his penetrating gaze. “
a young person, unexpectedly crashed into my world,
for a moment
In  just a moment, a young person was under a spell I never cast
In just a moment a young person was hypnotized lost in the moment, with me
In a moment he fell down to my feet,
For a Moment, a young person ignited an impulsive fire and impetuous spirit in me….
For a moment, a young person promised me
the moon and the stars,
his everlasting devotion,
to serenade me in the dark of night,
I did not believe it for a moment,..but for a moment I believed that he believed…..
For a moment, I believed in this young person
For a moment, I believed that for at least a moment, I could
Believe
For a moment a young person helped me to live in the moment,
sharing fleeting moments with me.
For a moment, this young person showed me a kind of courage rarely seen in young people.
For a moment, I forgot what is wrong and remembered everything that is right
for a moment
For a moment I let a young person near
and in a single moment I wished I hadn’t
In a moment he said that ‘immaturity is a burden’
and in just a moment a burden he became
For a moment, this young person forced a painful reminder of how confusing, turbulent, unstable, and traumatic my 20s were
how betrayed I felt, so often, as a developing woman, so much of the time…
For a moment, my very life was suddenly forced into a time machine, that hijacked my soul back to that tough stage of compulsive drama and heartache,
revolving mistakes I could never comprehend,
mistakes repeating, repeating, repeating,
constantly spinning through my head and my heart,
through a vast time and space…never knowing my place.
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“…..he said immaturity is a burden, and a burden he was…”
For a moment I was lost to everything I have struggled to be and became everything I am and stand for.as a woman.
For a moment, I cried for the naive, unsure, and vulnerable young woman I once was,
the scarred girl wearing her trauma,

like a brooch piercing her heart.

a lifetime ago….
moments.
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Now
In THIS moment, here and now, I am more happy than I ever thought, to have left so many painful moments, my 20s, behind forever-ago.
In THIS moment, I am wise, enlightened, and fully aware that my 20s are not only past, but that I will never have to pass that way again.
In this moment, I will look to myself and how glad I am for me and will look to all future moments when I will grow older and better
till I meet my next life.
And….at this moment, I will be grateful for what this young person revealed to me,
in a just a moment,#cougar #Mrs.Robinson #lust #infatuation #21 #menopause #singlewomanover40

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The “In Just a Moment” Story: Cougar In The Hunt 

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Cougar in The Hunt Part 1

Below is the story that inspired In Just A Moment:

In the blinding haze of the preceding story, I am less able to comprehend why so many mature women have taken part in the cougar mythology. After playing cougar, for five minutes, I can say I did not experience the wild adrenaline of a predator on the hunt or the euphoria of capturing prey. Instead, I felt like a wild cougar, preyed upon, in a canned hunt.
sepiaIt was after midnight and the band was midway through their final set. While celebrating love and life in all its purest forms, the night transformed into Valentine’s day. At this point I could not anticipate the drama was including me as a key player.

I am not sure when or how the saga began. What I can say, with factual conviction, is that I sat down on a bar bench next to a nondescript stranger, across from my friend Finesse, who was sitting next to her friend Tin-Man. Finesse’s friend, Tin-Man sat across from his friend who, at the hand of a bizarre fate, sat next to me. Finesse’s friend The Tin-Man said, “My buddy here needs a hug” With these words, I looked to the left at the figure seated beside me with scruffy golden brown hair and a blanket-like wool jacket. I wrapped an arm around it, to hug it, with little thought. When I let go, he turned toward me and in an instant a pair of green eyes, wide as canyons, were looking deep into mine. I could see a baby deer caught in headlights combined with the eye shift indicative of immediate attraction. That is how I met the young buck, Mr. Man and how I transformed into a veracious feline.

As I showed Mr. Man a video of my rabbit Galaxy, whatever had been wrong with him disappeared in the infinite desert night as he ventured into the land of me. Engaging him in conversation took little to no effort which was odd. His wide-eyed naiveté displayed great appreciation for my talents and accomplishments.

Throughout our initial encounter, Mr. Man was quick to fire blunt and uncensored expressions of attraction and desire for me that seared through my body too rapid for me to put up defences. The odd connection sparked something in me while at the same time my sense of better judgement kept me anchored though inside I was spinning. In the midst of this strange encounter, my hot flashes imploded. As the heat surged through my body and the sweet travel through my pores, I looked at his youthful face and I could not escape the our successive juxtaposed realities.

feature As I continue to grow older, the surrounding people seem to grow younger often limiting my compatible choices. Although cleaver in his own right, Mr. Man was way too inexperienced to set pretences. I had been his age, long ago, he had never been my age, not in this lifetime anyway. His courage and forthright manner prevented me from believing he was way to young. At the very least, these bold qualities left me open-minded to possibilities not yet explored

Mr. Man asked me to guess his age and without much thought, I looked into his face, trying not to lose myself in his eager green eyes, and replied, “32?” A baffled expression gave me a momentary warm sensation that I had guessed right as I had mentally adjusted my line of demarcation to accommodate this bizarre connection.
Mr. Man asked me to guess his age and without much thought, I looked into his face, trying not to lose myself in his eager green eyes, and replied, “32?” A baffled expression gave me a momentary warm sensation that I had guessed right as I had mentally adjusted my line of demarcation to accommodate this bizarre connection.
My instinct turned proved as he told me he is 21 which was less  than half my time on earth. This warm sensation turned to an ache in my head accentuating the lines in my face he was unable to see. My wrinkles creased tighter as it occurred to me that Mr. Man could be my son and his mother my same age or younger. A twisting sensation occurred in my stomach as I tried to tighten my grip on the ground beneath me. Clearly, I had reached the edge of the cliff with the earthen soil eroding under the weight of my stance. My only choices were to fight or give way to gravity, but someone would fall.
In the course of our conversations, I described to Mr. Man my quick insights into others, often within seconds of meeting them. In response, Mr. Man was quick to ask for specifics about him, his eyes widening in the hopes of capturing me. These same keen instincts told me he was eager to see inside me, far more than inviting me into his world. His navigation efforts played out through the night and into the following week

Cougar in the Hunt Part 2: Did You Really Say 21?

 

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