MILF’s have been around a lot longer than the acronym itself. I’m sure if you asked any man if there was ever a MILF in his life the answer would be a resounding yes. Of course to some, you might have to explain what a MILF is but after spelling it out for the popular culturally challenged they would rub their chin and soon a smile would spread across their face.

The MILF in my life was Scooter Robinson’s mom. He was my best friend and football teammate during my junior year in high school. Mrs. Robinson was a young mom as far as moms with teenage children go. If I had to guess, I would have to put her age at somewhere in the thirty-six to thirty-eight range, which for a sixteen-year-old boy is still pretty old, but in retrospect is actually quite young.

The first time I met, koo-koo-ka-choo, Mrs. Robinson was when she picked up Scooter from football practice one day and asked if I needed a ride home. I didn’t really live that far from the school but it was late August, very hot and the second practice of that day had been a particularly grueling one, so I welcomed the ride.

I sat in the back seat of the car so transfixed by the beauty of Scooter’s mom I couldn’t speak, only sit back and allow the cool air from the open windows of the Dodge station wagon fan my face to help contain the flushing that I’m sure had lit me up like a red neon sign. We even made eye contact once via the rear view mirror. She smiled, I smiled and that was the closest I ever came to fulfilling my newfound MILF fantasy, even though at the time there was no such acronym to describe a hot young mom.

Fast-forward to the present and not only is there an acronym for the attractive mother; there is one running for the second highest office in the land. That’s right, Alaska Governor Sarah Palin is a MILF and she is running for Vice-president of the United States.

Up until John McCain announced Governor Palin as his running mate I was on the fence, alternating almost daily between one third-party candidate or another but when the hot young governor/mom stepped up to the microphone to introduce herself to the world, I was taken back to a hot August afternoon in 1971 and to the pleasant memory of Mrs. Robinson and her long blonde hair swirling around her pretty face and to her big blue eyes and her insentience sexy smile.

I pounded a McCain – Palin sign into my front yard this morning and I’m thinking there are plenty other men out there who while maybe not going quite so far as to put up a sign in their yard, once alone in that voting booth memories of their own Mrs. Robinson will flood their mind and they will vote MILF.