Yes, I am still on vacation so you get to read this post about this lady who used to hit on me at VYNL. (You know VYNL? The restaurant that has the owner who is a total asswipe douchebag. His name is John. He sucks.)
Sexy Cougar Lady
We all know what a “cougar” is. The sexy older women who chases after the younger stud man and calls him her “cub”. I don’t get it, but whatever. This lady comes into the restaurant every Wednesday. Late fifties about. Wears her long peroxided hair down and her pencil skirt in about a size 10 while she is actually a size 14. She sits on a stool and puts her right elbow on the bar, rests her chin on the top of her right wrist while tilting her head a bit to the left and smiling with her right lip higher than the left. Can you picture it? Re-read that last sentence and act it out. Got it? She says’ “Hello there. The usual please.” I get her Bombay Saphire martini, very dry, slice of lemon, Tabassco sauce and a glass of water with a lot of ice.
One day she tells me the entire plotline of a Lifetime Original Movie. The song that was playing at the restaurant was that groovy Hawaiian version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and it reminded her of the movie because it took place in Hawaii. She tells me, while still in that original position as described above, “Well, it’s about an older woman who meets a younger man…” She paused a second, tilted her head down and then raised her eyes back up to look at me without moving her head. Do that now, act it out so you van really picture her. She says, “I guess you could call her a cougar” and then tilts her head back and smiles as she brushes her right hand through her hair.
Bitch thinks she’s a cougar.