The Other Woman

It is summer and the boy is working again. That's nice, but it also means that the other woman has arrived. Golf. Now that he's returned to being employed at a golf course he has become the golf obsessed boyfriend I thought I had gotten rid of in January. Not so, I'm afraid. He has free golfing privileges not only at the course he works at, but often at mine which is double the opportunities for him to sneak off with the mistress! I've hinted that I'd like to spend some time with the thing that has and will continue to take up much of his time, but he just tells me that I'm not allowed to golf at his course, or something to that degree.

Although he very rarely invites me out, he was a little bit offended that I didn't ask him to come along with me last time I went. Funny how that works!

Now it would be fine if he kept the golf business on the course, however that is not the case. His conversations now revolve around the game, regardless of whether I'm interested or not. Along with the constant dialogue comes the ever so annoying swing practice. With or without a club, he goes through his swing over and over again. In slow motion, at regular speed, in the house, at the store and everywhere else. What am I supposed to do while he's building his "perfectly sequenced swing"? Applaud? Critique? Take notes? I have no clue! Mostly I do one of two things: roll my eyes or ignore it.

He truly is wonderful, but the amount of unwanted golf ... stuff, almost makes me hope for rain!

Never in my wildest dreams did imagine I'd be competing with a sport for a man's attention. Perhaps as payback I should start talking about yoga non-stop and subjecting him to impromptu practice poses and unnecessary break downs of my latest session!