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Sad, sad, day. My 26-year old hottie has moved away and left for the Northeast. What's a Cougar to do? I think I'll take resume's for this unfilled position.

Requirements include: Age under 30, single, love of older women, respectful and fun, able to function in a "no strings attached" environment and must NOT be overweight. Dark good looks desirable. MMMMMM

Forward them to me: dwfinms@gmail.com

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That's right, I'm no Cougar this week. A 50-something male from California is flying in today for 2 nights to see me. We haven't seen each other in 3 years. We met at a conference in San Francisco and had a great 2 evenings of dinner, wine, talk, and "other stuff". We've stayed in touch by phone and email off and on since then.

If you've read my previous posts, you know I usually get all hot and sweaty just talking about my 26-year old hottie. All he has to do is text me and I'm there! We still stay in touch and get together when we can. OMG Yes!

Then you read how the old college boyfriend went weird and proposed and gave me a ring after seeing me ONCE after a 20 year absence. He is still trying to get me to change my mind and marry him. What is the definition of obsession? It is HIM. Geesh.

The California guy and I spoke a few weeks ago and he is coming to town to see me. He is very attractive, smart, successful and takes very good care of himself. I'm picking him up at the airport this evening and we're going to dinner and catch up on the last three years. Am I nervous? Heck Yes I Am! This could be fun.

Stay tuned for the update on our rendezvous........

Email me: dwfinms@gmail.com

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The former college boyfriend is now history. I told him last night our relationship will never work, for our lives are far too different. It was the kindest thing I could do. It is rare I hear a grown man cry over the phone, so I doubt I'll ever get that sound out of memory. The phone call was one of the saddest I've ever had. This DWF is just not ready, and probably never will be, for emotional entanglement.

DWF is returning to her cougar ways, today expecting yet another visit from the "hottie", 26 years old. I received a text from him last night while he was in New Orleans, asking if he could come over tonight after his exam today. I never hesitated, quickly texting back a "yes". It should be a great evening, to put it mildly. A quick trip to Victoria's Secret is definitely on the agenda for this afternoon.

How strange to experience the emotions of sadness and exhiliration in the same evening, from interaction with 2 men of different generations. If there was ever a question in my mind as to why I couldn't stir up the old feelings of love of long ago for the former boyfriend, the answer became apparent last night. Simply put, the love of many years ago I had for him was washed away by the tears and anguish of two failed marriages and 3 other relationships which were all one-sided, and the side was mine.

I still have emotions, yes, but at my age, I get much more satisfaction from the momentary rush of adrenaline and heat from a young, sexy, adorable guy, than I will ever get from someone my age. If that makes me shallow, I take the label proudly.

So on to bigger and better "things"............................. The Cougar Is Back, Baby!

Kingfish note: I thought YOU were the exam.

In the aftermath of the storm this past weekend, one event will always stand out in my memory: driving in the dark to my 26-year old hottie's place, arriving to candlelight with high anticipation.

I get the text: come on over, it's time. Of course I go. I drive up to his house, seeing the candles flicker through the curtains, with trees down in his yard, debris everywhere. It feel as if I'm arriving in some surreal state of mind. I knock on the door and hear him say "come on in".

The house is filled with candles and some music is playing on a portable CD player on batteries. It is Seal, sounding all sexy. My hottie doesn't say much, just comes towards me, kisses me like no one else can, takes my hand and leads me into his bathroom to the huge tub filled with a bubble bath, surrounded by candles and two glasses of wine sitting near. (Thank goodness for gas water heaters.) We get in, sip the wine and get reacquainted by way of touching and kissing.

After a while, we get out, with big white towels wrapped around us and he takes me to his room. He changes the music to Daughtry. The towels fall to the ground and before I know it, I see flashes in my head and feel explosions throughout my body. His damp body and long black curly hair are a huge turn on. He holds true to his Energizer bunny reputation and sets a new record. Of course, it's a new record for me, too. He gets another bath ready, leads me back to it, and we relax for a while, chatting about nothing special. He leans over and massages my neck and back. I think I'm in heaven. Maybe that's why I kept saying "Oh God"?

I get one last goodbye kiss from this young man in only a towel, and eventually leave. We decide to see each other again soon. I drive back home through the debris, all the while sealing to memory my own stormy night.

Yes, the 26-year old is much more enjoyable than the former boyfriend from college. I think it's time to give the former boyfriend the heave-ho and mail back the Wal Mart ring. I would take one night with the 26-year old over a dozen with the old boyfriend. . . . If that makes me shallow, who cares?

What do you think? Am I shallow? Should I care? Boot the old boyfriend? Email me: dwfinms@gmail.com

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I recently ran across an old boyfriend I dated in college from one of those class connections websites. Last time I saw him some 20-something years ago, I yelled and cussed him out. It was about six months after we stopped going out after I was extremely mad at him for leaving me at home after several of us went out one night, and driving a friend home instead of staying with me. (Yes, very mature, huh?) I was so mad I didn't even listen to why he came up to talk to me on campus.

Anyway, he asked by email if I was still mad at him, and of course, I am not. He THEN tells me he was about to ask me to marry him! I said "What the he**? I never knew he even had feelings like that for me! So we exchange a few more emails with pictures of our respective children. I find out he married and been left with his children to raise alone. I was pretty surprised at that to say the least. I tell him I'm twice divorced and just don't think I am made for marriage. Then on Valentine's I get a dozen chocolate covered strawberries delivered to me.

So, this goes one for a couple of weeks, and we exchange phone numbers. He sends gourmet cookies to my house for me and my boys. He calls one day and asks if I'd ever give him another chance. My mouth falls open. I never expected anything like that. Two or so more weeks later, he starts talking how he wishes we could see each other. I put him off for a while. Then about two weeks after THAT, he says he loves me and probably always has. KABOOM.

I became completely whacked after that, and started putting him off when he mentioned seeing each other. He told me he smoked, so I mentioned how much I do not want anyone who does that. He also mentioned he drank a few beers most nights, and again I say I don't think it's right to drink all the time for no reason. So what does he do next? He pours out all the beer at his house, throws out the cigarettes and goes and gets Nicorette. Again, my mouth falls open when he calls to tell me all this. Then, I get flowers delivered to me on my birthday last week.

OK, I'm meeting him this weekend face-to-face and have no clue what will happen. He says this is all romantic and seems meant to be. There have been many times I have my hand on the phone to call him and the phone rings with him on the other end. Too many times I get a text from him while typing one to him. We finish each other's sentences on the phone. YES THIS IS FREAKISH.

I've gotten so nervous now I'm thinking of cancelling this weekend. What do I do? This is not "Days of Our Lives", but oh boy, I need help!

Help me out: dwfinms@gmail.com or post a comment.

See other posts by DWF:

DWF Asks
From DWF to women raising boys
DWF was a cougar before cougar was cool
DWF Introduces Wacko Woman
DWF Wants To Know...
What Women REALLY Think
Election Notes from DWF
Dear DWF
On a date? Please try to relate.
Sunday Morning Coffee w/a Cougar
Packing for a Safari
A Caged Cougar? HA!
If Stella Can Ger Her Groove Back...
DWF Asks

Since today is my birthday, my wish is for everyone to say something NICE to someone today, be it someone at home, at work OR on this blog. Some people cringe at turning a year older but I am so thankful each year to still be here!

So, be nice, think twice before you speak, and smile today. It's my birthday, and that's what I want!

In light of the recent alleged and proven financial problems of Jackson's mayor, DWF has come up with a solution: a Pork Plate Benefit. For $10 you will get a generous portion of pulled pork (to represent everyone pulling poor Frank in many directions), baked beans (to represent the gaseous explanations of said financial problems, aka something stinks), a scoop of coleslaw (to represent Kingfish scooping the entire metro area media on all things Frank) and a big 'ole piece of Texas toast (to toast Texas on their wonderful online public financial documents).

For dessert, you will enjoy a generous slice of Mississippi Mud pie (to represent all the mud thrown at poor Frank in the midst of his troubles). Since this whole scenario is rather hard to swallow, you will be served an extra large glass of sweet tea.

All proceeds of this benefit will be donated to the "Frank Melton Retirement Fund" so Frank can pack it up, drain the pool, ship all the house guests back to their parents, and load up the "Men in Black" vehicle and head on over to the Texas Home for Retired Public Officials, where he can teach water aerobics to all the residents.

Location and time of the benefit to be determined.......

Update by Kingfish: Othor Cain and his group, the White Power Structure, along with his flygirls, The Black Power Structuresses, will be performing in what will be a preview of their headline performance at Trollfest '08.

Update by Kingfish: Barf bags will be provided by two law firms that specialize in foreclosures: Shapiro & Massey and Adams & Eden. They will be allowed to adverstise on the barf bags after Mississippi Bar Counsel Adam Kilgore approves said lawyer advertising with his heavily-used rubber stamp.

For a background of events:
http://kingfish1935.blogspot.com/2008/02/mayor-and-his-taxes.html
http://kingfish1935.blogspot.com/2008/02/mayor-and-his-mortgages.html
http://kingfish1935.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-question-about-mayors-mortgage.html

Rob Jay is the winner of the Metro Media's Hottest Hunk contest! He received 93 of the 258 votes. Rob is Sports Director at WLBT . He also works in radio at 107.5 WKXI-FM and is involved in many other activities. You can see Rob on the WLBT 6 and 10 pm reports.


Honorable mention awards go to Wilson Stribling of WLBT, Alan Lange of Y'all Politics (http://www.yallpolitics.com/) and Marshall Ramsey of the Clarion Ledger, just because I say so! They are all happily married men and deserve a special Valentine's happy!
(See previous post on the poll)
http://kingfish1935.blogspot.com/2008/02/dwf-metro-media-men-hottest-hunk.html

So Happy Valentine's Day everyone ...... ENJOY.

I can't hold it in any longer. Bert Case is my all-time favorite hottest hunk in the metro area. For years, his "Berrrrrt Case" brings chills to my skin. He is in a class of his own!

Long live Bert!

Let’s take a break from the Mississippi Mafia for a short while. There’s something I want to talk about – NOW! Excuse me for screaming, but I am currently without any medication to calm my nerves.

In a cruel twist of fate, I now find myself entering menopause, raising 2 teenage boys as a single Mom, while also trying to deal with MEN and relationships. Can anyone explain how the heck I’m supposed to do all this at the same time? Yes, I know the answer lies somewhere between a bottle of good red and a bottle of Zoloft. I've purposely put off going the medication route, but recently I've been reconsidering it.

Here is a recent day in my life:

Get up at 4:00 am, wash 2 loads of laundry. Have to make sure my oldest has all his various clothing available for the day's sports. Today it's only basketball practice. WHEW. OOPS. Need clean towels, too. OK, 3 loads of laundry.

5:45 am. Get the boys out of bed and start the showers. Check personal email and respond accordingly.

6:15 am. Throw last load of towels in dryer. Find various lost belts, shoes, etc. for boys in bad moods.

6:45 am. Get bagels, cereal, yogurt out for breakfast. Listen to boys exchange words about their love for each other (Get outta my room! I need the computer! I need in the bathroom!).

7:00 am. Get in the shower myself and quickly out. (why do the boys use my color care conditioner?)

7:10 am. Run the boys out to wait for the bus AFER signing permission slips - get last minute notification of one's detention. Make sure both have money and house keys. Yell out the door I love you......embarass them in front of friends.

7:30 am. Bus has come. Dry hair and get dressed. Find something to take for lunch. Grab a bagel to eat on the way in. Fold last load of laundry. Take something out of the freezer for dinner.

8:00 am. Still trying to get out of the house.

8:30 am. Arrive at work. Bunch of sourpusses sitting around the office. They must all need to have sex, too.

10:00 am. Granola bar for energy. Re-fill water cup. Respond to yet another voice mail while EVERYONE ELSE is on break.

1:00 pm. Receive email from guy I met in California 2 years ago. Wants to meet up in NY and then if we still like each other, maybe go it Italy with him? GEESH. Am I crazy to even consider this?

12:30 pm. Forage in desk for food for lunch. Nothing. Run to Wendy's for baked potato and side salad. Why did they raise their .99 cent menu prices?

2:00 pm. Listen to jerks in the office yell and clap for each other. Someone must have put 2 intelligent sentences together.

2:15 pm. Avoid Wacko Woman making copies in copier room. She has that look of "just say something" on her face.

4:00 pm. LEAVE office and head home, put something in oven for dinner. Youngest son engrossed already in World of Warcraft for a couple of hours. Why the heck did I ever let him start that?

5:00 pm. Pick up one son at school after practice and convince him we don't need to stop at Wendy's for a snack before dinner.

5:45 pm. Get text message from former b/f (I think it was between marriage #1 and #2) that he is having open heart surgery. DAMN WE ARE OLD.

6:30 pm. - Get dinner out of the oven and heat up side dish in microwave. Tell boys to come get it. All food gone in 15 minutes.

7:00 pm. Clean up, pour a glass of wine, collapse on couch in front of ESPN with oldest son.

8:00 pm. - Son wakes me up and I take hot shower and collapse in bed.

OK, now I remember why I don't have sex anymore..............

Email me: dwfinms@gmail.com

With the resignation of Trent Lott, I find myself wanting to move into his “position of power”. I’ve been looking for another job anyway and the benefits with HIS job far exceed my Blue Cross medical and 2 weeks vacation.

I think it’s time to put a female in who can implement programs and strategies that can really benefit the residents of our dear Southern state. I mean, after all, didn’t you all just have a lovely Thanksgiving meal of turkey, dressing and pecan pie? And who prepared that meal, a male? Maybe 15% of so of you would answer yes, but females all over the state dropped near unconscious in bed Thanksgiving night after cooking and cleaning up TWICE for everyone after their meals, not to mention doing the same for all those stinky male hunters that came in wanting food . And who has to wash all the clothing associated with hunting? A female of course. Then those same females got up the next morning and started cooking and cleaning again.

My point being: If a female can do all that, you KNOW she can serve in the Senate, analyze bills, formulate policy, speak to interested groups, schmooze at functions and just generally be a role model for all. I mean, just yesterday morning I colored my hair, washed 2 loads of laundry, made breakfast, took my youngest to school, THEN arrived at the office at 7:45 am. How many MEN can do that?

This all goes to prove that I am immensely qualifed to be appointed by Haley. I even went to Ole Miss and have a graduate degree from there. I'm over 40 and "found" myself several years ago. I’m single, so I don’t have to worry about outshining a husband, either. (Or worry who he's screwing around with). In conclusion, my last name isn’t NUTT, but I can still come up with a few “plays” to implement on the field (or wherever needed ). Go figure.

DWF For The Senate.

Email me! dwfinms@gmail.com

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DWF is now taking orders for tickets to Trollfest 2007. Move over Mistletoe Marketplace, Chickball, and BLT Party, this will be THE event of the year. Kingfish, you constantly amaze me!

I was recently told by my 2 teenage sons, to stop buying them “whitey tighteys”, and to only purchase the more comfortable boxer briefs. I am so sad, as it’s the end of an era.

When they were little and wearing pull-ups, there was a nice little stash of “whitey-tighteys” just waiting for big boys ready to be potty trained and promoted to the next level of life. The day care repeatedly told us parents to send plenty of the white briefs and they would keep the boys in them during the day, which in turn would make them too proud to wet their big boy pants.

Now, alas, my football star and my soccer dude say they only want boxer briefs and a couple of pair of boxers to sleep in. “It’s more comfortable” under the various uniforms I’m told, so who am I to know any better? Is this what happens when young men have their own opinions and are trying to cut those apron strings? (Note: I have never worn an apron. Do not accuse me of being a cook).

Next I guess I will hear them say they want to go out and purchase all their own clothes. My job responsibilities at home sure are changing, and I’m not quite sure I like this demotion/promotion, however you look at it. The only other time I was this upset, was when I couldn’t shop at Gymboree and Gap Kid for them any more!

Oh well, life goes on, and I’m hearing the beginnings of “Mom, when can I drive to school?” I’ve decided to be just like them and have acquired selective hearing on THAT topic.

Send me email alerts when Wal Mart runs the next sale on boxer briefs……

Send me your underwear stories and more: dwfinms@gmail.com

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( Kingfish note: Read fifth comment. )

This is not my usual post. I’ve read and heard events connected to Heather Spencer and George Bell III. I recently watched an episode of Montel with out of control kids hitting and hurting their parents and siblings. One weekend recently, I watched a movie about a son hitting his Mom, who covered it up for a long time, and she almost waited too late to seek help. I also have a family member who is seriously bipolar. I have hormonal teenage boys that some days drive me past crazy into the deranged zone.

I would say this to mothers who love their sons; it is not love to make excuses for, hide the facts, or cover up violent tendencies towards you or anyone else by your son; it is not love to simply take your son from one school and place him in another because the original school asks you to get help for your son; it is not love to feel offended when neighbors ask you to keep your son away from their children because of his fighting.

It IS love to take your son to a pediatrician or other physician, get a physical, and take all referrals to counselors and psychiatrists seriously. It IS love to work with school officials on best solutions to keep your son where he is and suffer consequences, then face those he harmed in the first place and get past it. This may take more than one or two times, but it’s worth it. It IS love to have your son apologize to neighbors and friends for their behavior and ask their forgiveness, and ask for a chance to come over again AFTER 30 days or so of suffering the consequences of being grounded or implementing behavior modification therapies.

Medication is not always the answer, but counseling and tighter discipline is. It is never easy, believe me, but if you can get your son to get either the medical help or counseling he needs, you may one day see a smiling young man who enjoys his life again and respects the sanctity of life and living.

For those Mothers who have sons with deeper medical and psychological problems, it’s not your fault. The Mothers who will discover your family problems may stare at you and whisper, but many times they are staring at you wishing they knew what to say to comfort you and their whispers are giving thanks they are not in your shoes, but they also may be whispering prayers on your behalf.

When I see the faces of my own young men smiling, I thank the powers that be for letting them work through all their problems and getting to the other side as healthy, athletic, productive teenagers. It’s not all over yet, but tough love sometimes is the best love there is, and the rewards to follow in the coming years will be better than any one thing I can ever imagine.

Email me: dwfinms@gmail.com

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What a week! Weill Won. Ditto Dived. McMillin McMedia'ed. Peru Pelted. Utah Unbelievable. Hurricanes Hurry. Pickering Parting. Weather Wilters. School Schedules. Friends Falter (you know who you are). Hillary Hoping. Jenna Joined. Playground Pyre. Beckham Bends.

AND, last but not least, DWF Done.

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