Cougar-In-Training

One of my favorite bars in Park City was "The Spur" (Motto: western-patterned furniture and old photos isn't politically incorrect when they are cowGIRLS and native americans).

One of the biggest reasons that I went there (besides the decent live music and bartenders who liked me) was because I got to learn from the Cougars who frequented this watering hole to hunt ski-town prey. Its quintessential animal watching: complete with mating rituals & stalking.

Though its an all-too-well-known term these days and one of humor for many, Cougar ends up as a derogatory term. I think this in bad, because I appreciate learning from these masters of the dating world and do think that my dating record shows that I'm in training to be one.

In fact, I read an article which talked about how a woman became an this accidental cougar and though my initial animal instinct was to shake my head at how she is single "at her age," I was also wondering how I can be as successful at dating as she seems to be.