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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.23.14.09.17639]] |
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There once was a sweet gal named blue Who never knew quite what to do So she found her a guy Who was pleasing to eye And could cook up a mulligan stew Speaking of mulligans, I often think of romance in golf terms. It seems that the journey from initial contact to love is fraught with all kinds of hazards. Water, sand, rough, forest, and even out of bounds, all can be applied to the romantic journey. And whether you play at golf or are a serious golfer, these hazards exist. The same might be said for playing at romance, the hazards are still real, and can delay your finish, affect your score (hah), even destroy your confidence and self esteem. Approaching love and romance in the same manner as a serious golfer would, with concentration and focus and a clear view on the prize, does not guarantee success. But it sure makes failure easier to deal with. And I love to wear those plaid pants on a first date. |