I AM ABOUT TO VENTURE INTO THE LAND OF COUGARISM…drum roll please. Then I am slapped in the face by reality, when Cougar Prey #1 announces he has no car, limited budget as he just moved out here to act, and maybe I could invite him over for a movie, as he was on a limited budget….oh, almost forgot, he is staying with friends, traslations = sleeping on their sofa in North Hollywood ( not so ritzy part of town ) Pity, as he was one hot little Ryan Sheckler type, come to Momma little Boy, roar, Minxy Cougar is restless, and on the hunt. But, please, no moochers. If I had been dumb enough( some un-minxy girls are, I call them we wee pads )  to go pick his ass up in NoHo,that would be a 12 hour bicycle ride, right ? If we went somewhere, would I have to pay ? and would I sit on his bike handlebars like E.T ? I am more a Range Rover, BMW 5 and up series, Bentley if you must, kind of Minx, not one who valets a bicycle at the Ivy.  You know once he saw the Minx Mobile and swanky Penthouse, he would never leave. Is he the next Absolute Hunk ? -( fellow Sex and the City addicts will know ) who knows, but no guy gets to come over and watch a movie at Minx’s Penthouse, that is so lazy, zero effort, and gets you your pink ( of course its pink, I’m a Princess, remember ) slip.

This Cougar thing may have its plu$ and mini$e$. But, if I am going to become a Cougar, = No broke boy toys, please.

High Maintenance ? well probably to those who are stamped “UN-MINXY WORTHY” anyways, he, he.