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The Snow Cougar

My first legitimate cougar experience was a dandy.

I was up at the Hyatt in Lake Tahoe for a post NYE run this past year. A few days into the post New Years me and about 10 of my friends had all congregated in the Hyatt’s Cutthroat Café to watch the Cowboys-Panthers playoff game, and to laugh at memories past. Most of my friends were coupled up, so I was on the prowl for a pretty lil’ mountain snow bunny of my own; little did I know I was being sized up as pray by a vacation cougar from Dallas. She was sitting at the bar, by herself, flirting with the bartender semi-engaged in what was happening on the TV, but I guess more focused on her pray who cheering for her beloved Cowboys. I became aware of her presence when she cheered along with us after the Cowboys scored their first points of the game. You may be asking why the hell was I pulling for the Cowgirls? Well, for some idiotic reason we all decided to bet the Cowboys over the Panthers to kill the time, great call, Quincy Carter sucks.

Anyways, we get some dialogue going, she tells me she is from Dallas. I let her on the fact that we are all betting on Dallas (“wow, what a coincidence!” I said), tell here where I’m from, something about skiing, and some other mundane details about who knows what. The game came to end and she was off to dinner, solo style, and we were off to do some gaming. We parted ways with her promise of, “I’ll find you at the tables”, oh yeah you will I thought to myself. Two hours and 10 drinks later, she taps me on the shoulder as I’m about even with Terry the dealer from Reno. She watches as I gamble, I teach her the basic rules of black jack as she gently rubs my shoulder, I tell her something about her hair and eyes, or something to that affect. Five minutes later, no joke, I say “you’re staying here right”, “yes I am” she says, “I hear they have a killer spa here, have you been there yet?” I inquire, “I haven’t, but we should go check it out” yes we should, yes indeed. Keep in mind that during the hunt at the bar and the tables, all my buddy’s girls are casting disapproving looks my way, and can’t believe I am flirting with this 40 year old vacation cougar (I’m 27). As we leave the casino to “explore the hotel” I walk right past 5 of my friends with this coug on my arm, and they’re all “where are you going?” I grin and make a quick turn into the elevator, doors shut, and bam, she throws me up against the wall of the elevator and attacks..grrrrrr. We head up to her room, she gives me a little how’s your father ….release, and five minutes later (no joke) I’m back at the tables gambling with my friends, sans cougar.

You see the beauty about this cougar, and a cougar in general, is she didn’t want to cuddle, she didn’t want to ask me about my career or any other details, she was looking for action, and she got it. We both carried on with our lives, no worse for wear, and pleased with the way 2004 had started.

COUGARS!!!!!