I had an interesting epiphany last night and I thought it would be interesting to share as we all enter the weekend.

Last night, some girl friends and I went out to dinner. The drinks were flowing and there was laughter all around. We were having a great time telling stories about work, sharing frustrations about our husbands and kids and just eating food with out anyone wanting a bite or needing mommy to do something for them.

We were out and women and not a mommies. It was really great.

Since we were out as women, there was something else going on too. We were flirting with the cute young thang that was our server. And he was enjoying every minute of it. (And I am going to say it was not because he wanted a big fat tip.)

Then that flirting brought on more talk about all the cute young guys around us. We starting naming names. We stared fantasizing about them, shirtless and maybe some even pantless.

And suddenly, it was very hot in there. Like need a cold shower hot.

But as quickly as the subject matter started, it changed to something else. Which was probably a good thing because it would have been bad if one of us had gotten arrested for lewd behavior.

I wanted to stay on this subject matter for just a few more minutes because something hit me.

We are pumas*.  We are all in our 30’s. We all are married with kids. We are all good looking women and we all were flirting and lusting over younger men.

I guess its official. We have now welcomed ourselves into club puma. The only thing left to say now is,

Meeeow!

*If you have no idea what a puma is then here is a definition.

The Puma is a woman in her 30’s who takes good care of herself and presents an interesting, confident image to the world coming from her own self-assurance deep inside. She may attract many men younger than herself. But she knows it’s not about age, it’s about happiness and inner joy.

{ 13 comments }