The diner was closed, but the waitress was open, all the way.

My first experience with a cougar happened when I was in college, and it kind of set the tone for my future relationships.

During my junior year I was holding down a part-time job as well as attending classes. One Tuesday night I got out of work shortly before 10 o’clock, and decided to grab a bite at a nearby diner before heading back to my dorm. I was very hungry, and my mouth was already watering as I envisioned a juicy cheeseburger and a big pile of fries.

But as I reached the door of the diner, a waitress inside was just locking up, and she shook her head at me through the glass as she flipped over the “OPEN” sign to the side that read “CLOSED.”

God, I was starving, having put in a full day of... Read More