Demi Moore and I have a lot in common. Even more than the recreational peyote usage, leeches-used-as-anti-aging-treatments and christening our daughters after famous namesakes (her daughter after iconic actress Tallulah Bankhead; my daughter after Avery labels and reinforcements).
You see, Demi and I are both cougars.
Some people find "cougar" to be an offensive term, yet I embrace it. I have always found younger men attractive, and I am fiercely unapologetic about that. Before I was married, all of my boyfriends were younger than I — some by a few months, some by several years — but always younger. I prefer to think this speaks more to my boundless energy and zest for life than to my maturity level.
>LOL, smiley emoticon, giggle<
So it was only fitting I chose a younger life partner. Before you go getting all judge-y, let me assure you it works for us and it really is no one else's business. I know sometimes people have an issue with age differences, particularly when it is a younger man/older woman. But you know what? To my spouse and me, age is just a number. It does not define us as people or as a couple, and we certainly have plenty in common even though the difference in our ages often gives us disparate perspectives on things. I think he keeps me young, and in return I give him the benefit of wisdom from my years of experience.
That’s not to say I don’t get some gentle ribbing from him about my age. There’s the occasional inquiry about whether my sciatica is acting up, the mocking me when he gets carded at an establishment and I do not (this happens way more than I like to admit), and the many hearty laughs he gets from things like me .
And I counter that by telling him he’ll understand things better when he’s older and wiser, and that he’s just so naïve and impressionable at his age.
It is all very comical, indeed. Comical and short-lived. You see, the teasing each other lasts for exactly three weeks every year between January 27th and February 17th — until we are the same age again.