Since neither my friend Ladawn nor I had any plans or kids around, she invited me over for drinky and pool time. I stopped for Vodka/OJ for me and Gin for her and headed over. She just moved and her apartment complex had three pools to chose from. The first time we went to the furthest/biggest pool and hung for a bit until hunger reared it’s ugly head. Dinner and more drinkys and then back out, this time to the middle pool – where there weren’t small children around. Group of people on one corner with a beer bong (Miller lite) and three brothers in another corner playing DJ with a fine selection of Music for Everyone™.

Three hot, young brothers. By young I mean 22 through 26-ish.

Cut to conversation, ball tossing, general nice time, family talk, me not trying or flirting at all because they’re ALL YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE MY KIDS. I’m more in Mom mode than Debbie-needs-some-dick mode. Honest.

Cut to it’s getting late and I need to go back to the apartment for a moment for my meds – cuz, like, breathing is important – and youngest brother walks with me.

Yadda yadda yadda Thank you very much.

I actually said that at one point. Thank you very much. Lots of laughing and a very nice time had by all. I could literally hear the fireworks on the way back to the pool but couldn’t see any through the apartments/trees.

No el_mcgruffle, I forgot to measure. You get to a certain point in the desert of life where the size of the bottle of water doesn’t matter so much. Let’s just say I was quenched for now.

I don’t feel particularly cougarish. I thought “Cougars” were much older than I and on the hunt. I wasn’t even trying. I think the whole evening was just opportunity meets availability.

Sure, why not.