A Golf Outing

Last week I got a call from Tom, the husband of Linda's good friend Anna, asking if I wanted to play golf on Friday. It has been a few months since I last golfed with my friends, so I quickly agreed.

“It will be a foursome of Anna and me and you and Jim,” Tom informed me. Neither Jim’s wife nor Linda golf, so the idea of me playing as Jim’s partner kind of made sense to me. “Tee time is at two, so Jim will pick you up at one. And just to make sure that there is no misunderstanding, it is Beverly that we are inviting.”

This was going to be a new experience for me as I had never played golf as Beverly. I was kind of looking forward to playing in a cute golf skirt and from the ladies’ tees.

Wednesday I went shopping for golf apparel and wound up buying a cute pink skirt with matching white and pink top, socks with pink trim, and white golf shoes. I have golf shoes but they are definitely men’s golf shoes, so those just would not work. I stopped myself short of buying a set of women’s clubs though (but I was tempted!!).

That night I showed Linda my outfit and she took some photos of me, telling me how ‘adorable’ I looked.

I was a little concerned how Jim would act, being paired up with me. I hope this was just a golf outing and nothing more.

It was fun being out on a golf course as Beverly, and Anna and I kidded the guys as we walked to the advanced ladies tees. Of course, Jim and I rode together in one cart while Anna and Tom were in the other. Jim was a perfect gentleman the whole afternoon, like helping me by putting my golf bag on the cart. We all broke up when he offered to wash my ball for me.

“I will wash my own ball, thank you very much,” I kidded as Jim’s face turned bright red, realizing too late what he had said.

Several times I caught him looking at my legs as my short skirt rode up when sitting in the cart or bending over to retrieve my golf ball from the cup. I quickly learned how to bend my knees and keep my back straight while doing that.

While the time outside in the sun was fun, my golf game sucked. I think it might have had something to do with the unaccustomed protrusions sticking out of my chest affecting my golf swing. Even with the advantage of the forward ladies’ tees, my score was higher than my average.

We all had a good time and talked about doing it again, maybe even making it a weekly affair. And I am happy to report that Jim never did anything out of line or hinted at there being anything more to this than getting together for golf. The last thing I wanted was for him to think that this was going to lead to something further. I don’t want that and I know his wife wouldn’t be happy with any hanky-panky taking place.

I guess the only thing left is to work on my golf game. Either that or learn how to yell like a lady… “FORE!”