Attempt to Make Me a Golfer No. 2: A Girlfriend Buys Me a 7-iron

Despite working for some fascinating people, I left my lovely law firm job to work for one of their clients as a lobbyist. Shortly after I started my new job, a good friend of mine became a golf nut and wanted another gal pal to share her new passion. She bought me a 7-iron, and dragged accompanied me to the range. She promised me this was a great opportunity to meet guys. At the time, that alone was a good enough reason for me to try golf—again.

This friend was patient and always told me how well I was doing, but I knew it wasn’t true. Even though she was a beginner her balls took flight. Mine barely made it out of the driving range bay and they always took the low worm-burner route. We were both in the agriculture industry and she tried desperately to lure me to an outing or two. After attending the law firm outing, I decided to spare myself any further humiliation in front of new colleagues.

I missed some really fun golf events (and business opportunities) during this time. I would always show up for the after parties, but it’s just not the same when you can’t tell your story about spraying one into the trees causing a family of squirrels to flee their forest home.

I still have the 7-iron she gave me sitting in my garage, but I kept it in my trunk for a long time. It was a used club, so hopefully it had a nice life before I adopted it. I know the sweet spot never received any love from me.

Next in the saga...Hubbie buys me a set of clubs.