Cougartown

Went dancing with the pet mope to kick off the long weekend. Who should we see as we pull into the parking lot but Captain Starlight zipping off on the Vespa? With the girl he's now fucking in tow.

Friends, I realize, are the people who offer to hurt the people who hurt you.

Thirty minutes, two cigarettes and one stiff drink later and we are dancing with one truly beautiful boy and his drunk obnoxious friend who is ENTIRELY too grabby for my liking. Beautiful boy is jaw-droppingly, staggering gorgeous and can dance like like a god and I briefly wonder if he is a model. But no, he's a policeman, and before I can stop my traitorous mouth, I hear myself asking him if that means he has handcuffs. Sadly, he has to drag his drunk friend off after he unhooks my bra through my dress during a moment's inattention, which leads to me hitting him hard enough to double him over, which leads to him calling me a bitch with a bad attitude, and beautiful policeman has to drag friend off, apologizing profusely all the way and I am unable to explore the tantalizing possibilities of that particular conversation further.

But the real question of the night which I'm throwing out there is this - would it be really, really wrong if I went on a date with a 23-year old? Discuss.