So I meet Jedd and oh my freaking word is he into golf. So
we would have these “dates” where we would go out to some random field (wait
don’t get your hopes up this is going to end way different then you’re
expecting) and hit golf balls for hours. That’s right, in silence, hours of
hitting balls, chipping balls, walking out and picking them up with this little
ball pick up thing, and do it all over again. I’m pretty patient when I want
something (Jedd) and after a couple of these dates I did start to really
believe I could get into golf. You know with the right outfit anything is
possible. As we would be out there silently hitting away I would be mentally
making a list of all the cute outfits I needed to buy to make this hobby
happen. Everything had to be pink and black. The key would be finding the right
golf clubs…
In the 8 years that I’ve owned these clubs I have played
with them once. I won that time, we went with another couple and Jedd & I
were a team and it was best ball or something like that, most important thing
is we won. Jedd’s dad has also played with them once. So they have been used
twice in 8 years. Great buy haha. As I clean up the loft I realize we have
moved these clubs four times, hahahahaha, I am so not taking up golf.
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