anonymouswhitefemale

For shame, madam. Preying on little boys.
Reasons not to do drugs :P

You're probably right... If some 50 year old man at a party tried to lunge at me and kiss me, I would probably freak out and kick the **** out of him. But if an older woman tried to kiss a younger man at a party, they'd call her a cougar and laugh.

Is it bad that i laughed?

Anon....under the influence of drugs, who knows what you did, you might have winked at her, thinking that she was smokin before you clocked she was 40 years your senior

No, kidding,....it is bad, and role reversals it would be wrong.. ive had men around my age do this, but not older men...it is kinda pervy.

Great math miffed.... 40 years your senior would make you 13.

Great math.

No, it's not bad that you lauged - it is funny. As for what I was doing, I was walking around the dance floor smiling inanely at everyone, i gave her no signal I hadn't given anyone else, men alike. In the sort of party I go to, a big grin doesn't mean kiss me, it' means you're having a good time. In her defence she was probably off her face too.

Gee, Anon..

If i was half not there, on a few wines, and you were smiling at me and i was 55, i'd be thinking, WT, bring it on... Only joking... But, you know she didn't read your mind, she read over it... oohhh, he smiled at me, wow...
Poor woman.... Hope you were gentle bet you don't remember that bit, "no p off woman"... i can hear it now.

That is funny...

Well, in terms of making you less sympathetic with her, I noticed later that night that she was there with her husband or something (some guy her age anyway).. And the music was too loud for words, I just probably looked incredibly suprised and confused.

Shucks.... Me sympathetic? lol... Mmm... Perhaps he was a dud? er Dad? I get the confused bit, what were you on again? Sorry, you do make me laugh that's all, in a good way!!!! Truthfully.... Am waiting the second blog now with great anticipation!!!!

In my days of youth, in a similar state of altered awareness, blotter as I recall, I was at concert at the local colluseum. Wandering about when someone grabbed at my behind, I turned and in the crowd couldn't tell who it might have been. Went on my way and it happened again. This time there was dwarf with waist length hair (this was 1973) smiling at me. The building had alcoves by each entry to the seating area. He managed to maneuver me into one and started kissing me. A freind came up and drug me out of there, yelling at him - Can't you tell, she's tripping?! She was muttering something about Indians and the park. I was mystified.
Now roll ahead into the 90's, I'm talking on the phone with another old freind, whom I hadn't seen in years - who had been there at that concert. Somehow it had come into the conversation. She had a much clearer view of things and described a good looking, Native American man, who she said seemed to know me rather well. I knew instantly who it was - I had been crazy about him. Seems he was my dwarf.

While you are watching out for us old ladies over 50, some of us are watching out for you youngsters, had a 22 or 23 year old ask me out a few months back - quite persistant. My younger sister has older sons than that. LOL.

He was actually about 5'10" and I do recall the "dwarf" was bending over a bit to kiss me.