Reading between the lines.

I was invited to play golf with a group of guys. There were about 6 guys and two women and one of the women had problems with her swing and to my frustration kept asking me to help. I made sure though that I do everything from a distance even when she told me to stand behind her so she would have the correct form. I just wanted to make sure that we were not seen in a compromising position….

After about three weekends of golf this lady (who is an absolute stunner) made the comment that perhaps “we” should go back to her place for lunch just before the afternoon rugby started and she would have the food ready. Boy she had quickly learned what my two favourite things are. Well I turned to the guys and asked what they thought and everyone said that they had no problem with it. Well we played another round of golf and while watching the sunset from the clubhouse she gives me a call (don’t know who gave her my number) and asked if we are still on and I replied, “we are on our way”. By then the group had grown to 9 of us and since none of us had plans we bought some wine and beer, I entered her address into my GPS and we were on our way.

We showed up at her place all hungry and eager to watch the big game but when I got to the door it was just slightly open and a note to come in was on the door. As we walked toward the dining room I could not help but notice the dimmed room and the flickering scented candles all over the place and then there she was… dressed in her best clothes, make-up at a table for two.

Now if I knew what her intentions were I would have declined her offer but I guess that I have still not mastered the art of reading between the lines.

Beers and wine we took along R380… the look on all 10 our faces when we realised just how terribly wrong I got it… priceless.