In true cougar mode, I exited the 1 train at 116th St Columbia University trying to blend; rockin' an Adidas track suit and a ponytail hoping to grasp the attention of Ivy Leaguers half my age just to prove I've still got it. With divorce pending and a recent discovery of my 1st gray hair in the middle of pole dance class, I needed some type of validation.  I was simultaneously PMSing and craving comfort food.