It seemed like a slam-dunk: Head over to the Crowne Plaza Hotel in Beverly Hills with my girlfriend Molly, who’d act as my photographer for the night, to wallow in the sordid spectacle that was the Los Angeles Cougar Convention. Not only would I get a story out of it, but watching the cougars (women over 40 who exclusively date men a decade younger than them) and cubs (the much younger men) play the age-old game of seduction with one another would give us a chance to sit on the sidelines and mutter jokes to each other under our breaths. In other words, a romantic date.
