MORE Magazine: I was a cougar. I mean, I guess I was. I was pushing 40 and he was 27. We dated for a year. He told me he was “getting way more points” for hanging out with an older woman than he would if he were with a younger one. He took me to a lot of weddings and all his friends were really nice, super fun and very gracious. (Although they didn’t get my crack about the lack of fancy parties at the other end of a marriage.But they will. In time.)