“What’s up ?” I look Dorothy over and just know there’s something amiss.

“Oh it’s just this guy, he gave me this ‘cougar’ feeling and now I can’t shake it off.” Dorothy shrugs.

“Uhuh, this sounds familiar. Care to share what happened ?” I definitely want to know more and it will do Dorothy good to get it off her chest.

“I was going through the latest juicy gossip on Facebook, when I noticed a post of that CEO you had previously mentioned. He was well pleased to be featured in a book someone wrote.” Dorothy starts to explain.

“Ah yes, well he would. Marnik is a very intriguing personality and he has a proven track-record of many successful businesses.” I approve.

“So I went and checked out the profile of the guy who’d written the book and it turns out to be this young chap, maybe 25 who’s still wet behind the ears. But he’s cocky and he knows where he’s going. He’s got this great Facebook page, with video footage, all self-assured of course. And then his website just stating the obvious : he sat down and wrote a book about nothing but conversations he’d had with people who seemed interesting to him.” Dorothy goes on.

“Yes well, good for him. I just love people who get up and do. Who have a dream and take steps in achieving it.” I coach her.

“And then he’s selling these little courses on how to do stuff, which all seems straight forward, but I guess the majority of the baba-sheep will want to download it. Because the commoners like to be told what to do. They don’t know by themselves how to live or even breathe.” Dorothy sounds disgusted.

“A bit like your mother and the Jehovah witnesses. ‘Tell me what to do and what to think, because I can’t do that myself. I’m clueless.’ That’s what you mean, right ?” I throw back at her.

“Yes it’s exactly that. Anyway, you know what I’m like. I contacted the guy. I wanted to know more about his work, what he does and why. Also what it would take to be interviewed by him.” Dorothy confesses.

“Don’t tell me you’re still caught up about me being interviewed for Women in Analytics, right ?” I ask her a little reproachful.

“No, I think you’re amazing. You deserve to be in the spotlight.” Dorothy looks down at her hands as she fumbles. “Anyway, it started out okay, but then he got all cocky and the conversation ended with me feeling so much like a cougar.”

“That’s not all that bad. Why are you making such a big deal out of it ? Chances are you’ll never hear from this guy again, nor will you ever meet him. I see he’s off to South America for a year’s tour.” I’m looking over the young lad’s Facebook page and see what Dorothy has been describing to be rather accurate.

“The lucky bastard ! Wish we could just get up and tour the world for a year, our little ones in trail.” Dorothy has said this before. She does want to get out and about more, and I know her heart and her DNA are calling for her to visit South America.

“Be patient dear, it will happen, you know.” I console her. “Look at Rebecca, she’s living her dream come true right as we speak. Touring Australia. Who would have thought. If she can, then so can you.”

“But it’s more than that !” Dorothy is starting to sound upset. “The baby’s father made me feel like a cougar. I just can’t shake it.”

“I see,” I say as I pat her lightly on the upper arm. “Being a cougar is an interesting subject. Your pussy is mature and you know how to drive any young lad wild with just a bat of your eyelash. What’s not to like about that ?”

“You’re missing the point.” Dorothy answers petulantly.

“No I’m not. Look Marc had a hidden agenda. And so did you. You wanted a baby and thought you were in love. But when the game became tough, you dropped the ball. And Marc’s masks fell off. I wouldn’t worry about it. Besides, you got your beautiful baby and the DNA you wanted. So what’s not to like about that ?” I know I’m hurting her feelings badly here, but it’s time she just moved on instead of continuously aiming to expose the guy.” I’m on a loving rant and have much more to say about it.

“What do you mean ? I just need to understand why ?” Dorothy clings on to her negative beliefs tightly.

“Why ? Because you rejected him as the father of your child. You took your fabulous self and your precious darling out of his hidden agenda. He didn’t like that. He’s probably still sitting there lamenting himself in the style of ‘nobody love me’. ”

“You think so ?” Dorothy looks at me expectantly.

“I know so.” I affirm steadily.

“What about his parents then ? What about their unwillingness and ignorance ?” Dorothy continues.

“They’re just protecting their son.” I tell her. “A little like your mother always runs after your brother Bobby. Can’t say anything about him without the cat getting out her claws, right ?”

“True…” Dorothy trails off. “I don’t think I’ll ever see him again.”

“That’s right, Dorothy, you never will. And it’s up to you how you deal with that issue when your beautiful babe grows up.” I tell her firmly. “That baby loves you and your life partner dearly. Don’t ruin anything of that. Besides, you don’t want this guy to come back into your life claiming your precious one. What he’s doing, no matter what the reason, is not nice.”

“No it’s not nice.” Dorothy affirms. “Yet I have been programmed from childhood to accept nastiness.”

“I know darling,” I tell her softly. “Which is why we are changing the rhythm to this beat.”

 

What do you think ? Are cougars just attractive or would they make for life long commitment. And what about Dorothy’s predicament with Marc ? I’ve advised her to stick a paper with “LET IT GO” to her bathroom mirror. If you have better suggestions, I would love to hear them in the comments below.

* Disclaimer : Any resemblance between the fictional characters in this story and any persons, living or dead, is a miracle by chance more than by choice.

 

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