Dear golf,
I've never been a big fan. That might sound harsh, but I mean that in the least hurtful way possible. Watching golf for me was poke-your-eyes out boring. Playing it was even worse. I just didn't contain the patience. Mini-golf, ok ok at times I could do it. But don't get to down on yourself yet, I have good news. I have to say in this last year with a husband as a die-hard fanatic I have grown to sorta, kinda, like you. Just a little. Don't let it get to your head. I still am not the biggest fan of playing. Apparently, I need to lay off the wrist action (it's not in the wrist). But I'll tell you what I have grown to love about you. First of all I love how happy you make my husband. He loves you. Which by default, makes me. I love watching HIM play golf. His concentration and determination. I love that right before he is about to swing he bites his lip. mmmmmm yep. Did I say I love that? Cause dang it's hot! I love the way his muscles flex when he swings. I love the way polo shirts look on him. I love spending time with him on the course. I love driving golf carts. I love taking pictures while he plays. So there you have it. I'm growing to like you. Taylor is planning on doing some competitions this summer, so we plan on seeing you a lot. Thanks for making him so happy.
Sincerely, The Golfers Wife
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