[I'd just like to first state that I totally realize that not every younger guy is like this, or every girl dating a younger guy will have this experience. It's just something that I personally experienced, and have also seen many, many friends experience. Kudos to the couples like Demi and Ashton who make it work -- that's amazing!] 

A few days before my 23rd birthday, I met an amazing guy (let’s call him Matt). He was cute, had a great job, really liked me and overall just seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders. He was perfect for me, in every way but one — he was 20 years old, making him a good three years younger than me.

However, I’ve never been one to consider age an issue. One of my best friends is four years younger than me, I spent eight months of my senior year hooking up with a guy two years my junior, and I had dated, and been infatuated with a man ten years older than me. Matt’s age wasn’t an issue.

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For a long while (ahem, code for way too long) I dated a guy a little younger than me.  And by dated, I mean every Friday night, we would get together after an intense evening partying and make out like wild animals.

We were pretty serious about our business.  We would run off from parties, and cozy up in his car.  We would sneak into my apartment when the roommates weren’t home and make out on my dirty, toothpaste stained sink.  We would frolic through the side streets from parties, making out like bunny rabbits. We would rush up to the bathroom of any party and eat each others faces off. Anywhere we could go in “private,” we would go.

One morning, after a particularly awesome night with my fave younger man, I woke up pretty early to go to the bathroom.  My make out king was sleeping soundly, so I tried not to wake him as I crawled to my demise.  In the bathroom (which conjoined the only two bedrooms in our suite that we all shared), I was welcomed by a bodily fluid surprise.  The entire bathroom was completely painted in urine.   The walls, the ocean scene shower curtain, the toilet seat, the ceiling, the door, the towels, the everything. Covered in urine.

My eyes bugged out, and I stood frozen.  A girl absolutely could not make this happen with the constraint of having a va-jay-jay.  This was a complete man-made mess.  My angry roommate showed up on the other side of the bathroom and gave me a look I would imagine getting before my head was cut off.  Kevin showed up behind me and looked around the bathroom in embarrassment.  I looked up at him slowly and was face-to face with two hickeys the size of Texas.

My roommate snorted from the other end,

“You might want to get some concealer for those marks on your neck…oh and have fun cleaning this up.” Needless to say the romance fizzled after we spent 6 hours bleaching away the smell the his piss.

[You think that's bad? Check out our other cringe-worthy Morning After stories.]

Cougars (or, older women who like to feed on younger “meat”) is a once-taboo social phenom that has slowly started to become socially acceptable, thanks to rad older women like Demi (and psycho ones like Mariah). These older leading ladies have given cougarism a major boost in social status. Nowadays, being an old woman with a young little hunk on your arm is almost…cool.

So a few weeks ago, I realized that I, as a fifth year college senior in the midst of a six-month dry spell, had no choice but to join the ranks of these famous females. Naturally, I started to scour the dorms and dining halls for my next victim. I eventually made my first move on a moderately successful, intelligent, sophomore cutie in my Lit class. And, because I am intelligent, mature, honest and amazing in the bedroom (all the reasons young men are said to swoon after older ladies), he instantly fell into my trap.

Needless to say, things have been going along swimmingly with my little stallion. I find his boyish charm, well, charming. I actually enjoy that his face is as smooth as a baby’s bottom and it doesn’t itch when we kiss. I even like that he still thinks that me inviting him back to my house to stay the night after a party is a “first date.” Unlike a lot of my other same-age guy pals, who are now proud owners of beer bellies and have 100 page theses to write, younger guys offer a little window through which I can relive my younger past.

But there are a couple things I’ve noticed about dating a younger man. Because college is old hat to me and I’m (theoretically) a mature woman about to move out into the “real world,” my little cutie and I are not exactly on the same page when it comes to lots of things. Here are a couple minor issues I’ve noticed about dating a younger man that every potential cougar needs to know: Read More »

When I think back to my high school days, two things come to mind: the prison that was life before getting my license, and the freedom that came with driving out of my garage by myself that very first time.

Listening to Sugar Ray.
With the windows down.
And flipping my parents the bird.

It’s been quite awhile since the boys of Sugar Ray have been on my radar, but much like the Backstreet Boys, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate some of their tune-age now and then (read: always). And now I don’t have to play “Fly” over and over again to get my fix. The guys have reconnected and returned to the studio for their new album, “Music for Cougars.“

I’m no cougar (yet), but I love us some Sugar Ray in the summertime and I’m super pumped to hear what they’ve been working on. I had the chance to chat (and LOL) with some of the boys of the band, so check out what they’ve been up to since the days of “When It’s Over,” because, clearly, it’s not over yet. Read More »

Whew! What a year, right? We saw it all: Britney’s bald head, governors getting it on with prostitutes, a new Facebook, the collapse of Wall Street, the rise and fall of Sarah Palin, a horrifying plane crash that killed some and spared others, the election of our first black president (!!), lots of young mommies, and a whole lot more that I drank too much to remember.

Things were busy over here, too. We discovered the guys not worth holding onto, and the perfect vibrator that is. We began to understand why crazy sex positions are totally worth it, and why sex on the beach is a must-do for 2009.

We found a totally hot new band that will change the way you think about music, learned the 14 truths about men, and laughed with the funniest ladies out there.

We found out that guys get Brazilians (?), argued the merit of leggings, and filled our entire closet with new clothes….for free!

We took our first trip to the gyno, learned a ton of new euphemisms for sex, and sought out some not-so-obvious places to meet a man. We looked back at our favorite things from middle school.

We hated/loved Facebook.

And we dipped our toes in the Cougar pool.

2008 was a good year. Here’s hoping 2009 can be as much fun (both in the bedroom and out of it).

Did anyone else feel like their world turned upside-down last night, what with NO GOSSIP GIRL ep on the CW? I personally didn’t know what to do with myself, so I worked off my weekly-dose-of-Chace-Crawford- cravings on the elliptical for an hour. Maybe when the season ends, I too can have a Blake Lively body. Yeah right.

Since, sadly, there was no new episode to recap last night, I thought I’d do a brief refresher on what has unraveled so far this season. Feel free to post your fave GG moments of the year below, since there is simply too much for me to fit into one little post!

Nate Archibald

Early season partner: Catherine, the married cougar who turned out to be a Duchess. Nate walked the fine line between “partner” and “prostitute” with Catherine, after Catherine paid off some of Nate’s family’s debt in order to keep her sexy young stallion around.

Mid-season partner: Well… early-mid-season, Nate had a mini-fling with Vanessa, until Catherine scared V off. Then there was the hot Yale girl, who Nate posed as none other than Dan Humphrey for, in order to get into her lofted bed. Read More »

Cougars. These days, when you read that word somewhere, chances are you’re thinking about the second meaning: a 35+ year old woman who is actively pursuing younger men. It’s a funny, pop-culture obsessed description — some people would even say the cougar label is pro-woman. Older females being appreciated for the beautiful specimens they are! Yes!

Well…some people aren’t so enthusiastic. In fact, three women are so unenthusiastic about being called cougars that they’re suing a TV show for over $1,000,000.

“Attack of the Show,” a reality-based show on G4, went to a SoCal nightclub in 2007 during a segment called “The Great Cougar Hunt.” Three women were featured in the segment, and these three women now claim they never gave permission to be shown on camera nor were they “actively searching for younger men.”

Apparently these ladies have been so mortified, hurt, wronged, etc that they simply cannot go on with their lives until someone pays them a lot of money.

What do you think? Is being called a Cougar hurtful enough to warrent a lawsuit?

If there’s one thing I learned from Gossip Girl last night, it’s that you can have sex with whomever you want, and the person you actually have feelings for (but aren’t banging, for some reason) will completely understand, and forgive you, and maybe even like you more.

If there’s one thing I already knew, it’s that when you’re the poor, unpopular kid on the Upper East Side, your life will be a continuous cycle of being walked over, speaking your mind, putting your foot in your mouth, and then being magically forgiven and allowed to advance to the next round.

Did you miss last night’s episode? Let me fill you in.

Within the first minute of GG, Nate mentions the inevitable party that will tangle everyone up in some drama that will continue to be played out next week.

Other expected GG staples: Catherine and Nate talk money; Serena and Dan are together but have issues (did I miss them deciding to be a “secret” couple?); and Jenny has some great ideas for her fashion internship, but she’s a lowly intern and isn’t allowed to have opinions.

The best thing about the first half? The mini gossip girls who approach Dan and throw in their two cents. If you missed it, two tweeny-bopping brunettes are on Dan’s side, and one tweeny-bopping blond is on team S. The blond asks Serena how she can kiss Dan, knowing his tongue has been in Georgina’s mouth, which seems a bit much when you consider the girs were, what, 11? The tweensters were obviously comic relief, but for some reason their opinions caused an awkward rift between S and Lonely Boy…which I was over by the next commercial. Read More »

Dear Hulk Familia,

Please, please go away.

I’m not asking much. I’m just really tired, Hogans. I’m really, really tired of seeing your creepy mugs (and arms and abs…Linda, cover it up!) all over the place, doing and saying more ridic things by the minute.

So, like, two years ago, you were happily filming VH1′s Hogan Knows Best. You seemed like a normal enough family. Hell, that was the whole premise.

And then, It Began.

First there was the separation. Linda and Hulk, I thought you guys were forever! Well, frankly, I was sorry to hear it. I felt bad for you that things had gone awry.

Then Nick got in an accident. At the tender age of 17, he had his first precious DUI.  Not only that, but he managed to take out his best friend, putting him into a lifetime coma. It is a very sad story. However, Nick didn’t seem to feel bad for his friend at all. In fact, he has been too busy whining about jail and how awful it is. Yes, jail is horrible. That’s the idea. Don’t drive drunk and ruin your friend’s life. Read More »