My mom used to tell me, best place to pick up women in the Supermarket. Singletons abound, like single stalks of wheat ready to be reaped.

Mom was poetic, like that. She wrote an unpublished short story, once.

But me? I'm all about the Pharmacy....

The pharmacy is a veritable playboy mansion of mature cougars, shuffling about in their ballot slippers and orthopedic shoes, looking for their heart medicines and... dare I say it... viagras?

If only those ladies knew.... with a young man, you wouldn't need pills to keep us going. Just a whiff of vix on your neckline and some foot-massage foreplay and an eager beaver like myself can go all night long.

It's natures edict, I tell you.

Young women have ripe wombs for having children but once they hit menopause, their sex drives go through the ROOF-- right when older men are no longer able to perform! Young men, eager, hot to trot but in desperate need of a firm and mature sexual educator, BELONG with an older woman.

It's as if God himself came down from on-high and said, "let there be cougars!" and thus, it was so.

I'm still drooling over that bikini picture of Helen Miren but my cougar of the day is, most certainly, Susan Sarandon.


I love this picture-- it's a single shot, representing all the best aspects of the finest wine, the older woman. Classy, but sexy. She dresses wonderfully, is at the top of her career, yet is mature enough to know exactly what she wants... and how she wants it... and no risk of babies!

Look at the sweet, subtle sag of her breasts... God, what a woman. And only 61!