Cougar Hunter

I went out with a married friend of mine from work a couple weeks back. Long story short, he was all over an older chick. Come Monday, I posed to him the following question: how old was she? Here is his reply.

we have nothing to talk about.

at least the bs i was up to was blatantly for (alcohol-induced) sport. to answer your question, 50 or 60. i didn’t make her year, i made the her next 10 . and, for the record, i didn’t take off my ring and flat out told her i was married and was just talking. i went out of my way to make it clear i was just f%$#ing with someone, whereas one (not me, of course) could make the argument that your crush on the brown-haired cutie was a little more insidious. neither of us deserve a gold star for friday night. as is i feel like an amazing jackass, comforted though i am that it was just for sport. but no harm, no foul. my concern here is that this bit of info eeks out next happy hour: i would not want jason (etc.) to know, as our wives regularly base their decision to hang out on whether the other is present.

xoxo,

[Name Redacted]