Scenario: Making a drink for this groupie, she goes on to talk to me, maybe even flirt with me. Tells me she is my groupie and I must have more then just her. All the while her 3 year old daughter was grabbing at her arm. Now, I could have just imagined this all up. But in point when groupie mom left, my fellow coffee maker said "did that really just happen? Did that cougar really just flirt with you?"
Second point of reference: On my half, this Hippie Cougar spent 15 minutes talking to me. Set up location. Sitting in car smoking a cigarette in the back of the parking lot. Now why do I call her a Hippie Cougar. One because she was hitting on me. Two because she was totally baked out of her mind and smoking a cigarette. Now I know you are interested in what we talked about or more what she talked to me about. She went on about how I am her favorite barista. How I make her day, whenever she see that I am working when she comes in.
Crazy? Yes. What is going on here, and when did we get lesbian cougars in New City? Maybe my boyish good looks have attracted them? But the real question is, how does one capture a cougar? Do I hire someone? Or is it that I am to be captured? Isn't that the idea behind being the prey of a cougar.
The last fatal "animal" cougar attack was in 2008; Robert Nawojski, 55, male, New Mexico.
The last fatal Cougar attack was probably, right now all over the world. But probably in Orange County, California to some 16 year old male.
Now I am no mother fucker, but if the time comes, should I allow the cougar to pounce, sort of speak?
