THE COUGAR
I therefore offer my story of Sally the cougar in our neighbourhood: she is in her late forties, comes from a high-income family, and still looks like she’d just been on the cover of your favourite fashion magazine. Wearing figure-hugging and provocatively backless outfits, Sally behaves in a flirtatious manner towards all men, regardless of age. She is in her late 40s, which is enough to provoke curious looks from passing young guys.
She fancies our local barista in the coffee shop. Every morning, she just pops in for a latte, but really, it’s an excuse to talk to him for half an hour, flutter her eyelashes, and make it awkward for everyone. He’s about 14 years younger, and he’s completely oblivious. I guess it all came to a head when she actually asked him out for dinner, and he looked like he’d been hit by lightning.