So yeah I dumped this yuppie who loves his race car more than anything else. I thought he was hot when we met at a bar the other week, but turned out he was man enough only until the third date—and the second base. Other than that, he has nothing else to talk about other than wheels and mugs and headlights and what-do-I-know-about-those-car-crap. Next thing I knew I was again wasting a nice tube top one Saturday night when he spent the entire evening arguing over his racer buddy which new car is the best. I should’ve known better than to agree on a snack in their favorite hangout. Kept exchanging looks with that buddy’s girlfriend too and both of us knew we picked the wrong guys. So two days later: buh-bye.

BTW that was also before I gave the boot to this other loser who wouldn’t go out with me unless his mommy approves the places we’d be going to. I mean, hello! Was there a parole or something?

I am sooo fed up with guys my age or below, a.k.a. boys pretending to be men. I’m 25. I’m too young and wild to be their mother! I want real passion, if not equal to mine then perhaps greater, which will definitely satisfy my needs as a woman. I want new things, new experiences. I want more fun, more excitement, more thrills! I do want to play more, but this time I want to play with real men. Time to tap into an the ultimate date source: older men.

From what I’ve heard, they know how to treat a lady right, above all things. They have more experiences, so us young women can definitely learn a thing or two from them… making older men the ideal activity partner: single bachelors and even eager husbands. I wouldn’t mind cheating with one husband or two. Or seven. I’m sure those a bit tired from their wives are willing to meet young women like me for new experiences too. (And we have new tricks to show them as well, right girls?) Well, as long as they give me what I need from a real man, then we’re all good…

— Mindy