She wasn't called a cougar then. I think I called her trouble.
This has been more then a couple of years back.
My wife was in Chicago and I was sitting around here on a day I just didn't have anything that needed doing. I'm sure I had work to do but I just wasn't in the mood. So I drove up to Kansas City to go to my favorite steakhouse. I liked to sit at the bar and bs with the bartender and enjoy a nice ribeye and a few drinks.
So this attractive lady about 10-15 years older then I am decides to sit down beside me and strike up a conversation. I'm not much of a talker. After about 30-45 minutes of talk about business and the economy I notice she just seems to be getting closer and closer. I'm already one drink past my normal limit (the bartender knows this and made me a weak one) so I decide to pay and head home. It took a few times to get through to her that I was leaving without her. So she gave me her business card. I just smiled when I looked at it and headed for home. She had the same last name as I did.
I never found a direct relation before I got rid of her card, but I think we must have been related somewhere down the line.
jim
And then there is the reason I don't think I can ever go back to Oklahoma. But that another story.