A Story of Love and Golf

May 23, 2007 · Print This Article

A man takes a week off and decides to play a round of golf every day. First thing Monday he sets off on his first round and soon catches up to the person in front. He sees that it is a woman and, as he gets closer to her on the Par 3, he sees that she is a stunner. He’s interested and suggests that they play the rest of the round together. She agrees and a very close match ensures. She turns out also to be a very talented golfer and she wins their little match on the last hole. He congratulates her in the car park then offers to give her a lift when he sees she doesn’t have a car. All in all it’s been a highly enjoyable morning. On the way to her place, she thanks him for the morning’s company and competition and says she hasn’t enjoyed herself so much on the course for a long time. “In fact,” she says, “I’d like you to pull over so I can show you how much I appreciated everything.” He pulls over, they kiss and she ends up giving him a blow job. The next morning he spies her at the first tee and suggests they play together again. He’s actually quite competitive and slightly peeved that she beat him the previous day. Again they have a magnificent day, enjoying each others’ company and playing a tight round of golf. Again she pips him at the last, and again he drives her home, and again she goes down on him in appreciation. This goes on all week, with her beating him narrowly everyday. This is a sore point for his male ego, but nevertheless in the car home of Friday he tells her that he has such a fine week that he has a surprise planned: dinner for two at a candle-lit restaurant followed by a night of passion in the penthouse apartment of a city hotel. Surprisingly, she burst into tears and says she can’t agree to this. He can’t work out what the fuss is about but eventually she admits the truth. “You see,” she says, “I’m a transvestite.” He is aghast. He swerves violently off the road, pulls the car to a screeching halt and curses madly, overcome with emotion. “I’m sorry” she repeats. “You bastard,” he screams (rather red in the face), “you cheating, piece of shit! You’ve been playing off the ladies tees all week!”


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