Today’s prompt: sugar, certificate, golf
Another episode with America’s Senior (blog) Sweethearts…♥
Husband took up golf last year, but
Not in a serious way…he’s no addict.
So I was surprised when he came in
Holding a piece of paper with a gold
Seal on it… “What’s this?” I ask.
“A certificate,” he says.
I shrug, make a smiley-frown, thinking
There was probably a competition I’ve
Forgotten about… “No trophy, Sugar?”
“Read it,” he says.
It says he’s certified to be a coach…how
Did that happen, I’m wondering, not
Showing the enthusiasm he was expecting.
“You’re qualified to be a coach? That
“Yep, I took to golf like a duck to water.”
He’s a little too proud for my liking.
“Well, what does this mean, exactly…
What does it entail? Will you be
Gone every weekend, now?”
“No, not every one…takes time to get
Referrals, people who want a coach.”
I’m getting a sick-stomach feeling.
“Um…do I need to worry about you
Spending inordinate amounts of time
With young women in short-shorts?”
“Good grief, Love.” His expression
Doesn’t reassure me somehow.
“Well…I was young once, remember
And I fell for you because you were an
Older man…mature, charming, gorgeous, etc.
So I think you should be cautious about the
Students, clients, you agree to coach.”
His back is to me as he looks out the window
And says, “it’s the older, rich widows and
Divorcees who seem to hunt the coaches.”
“Oh…great. I’d have to be wealthy, aside
From our joint assets, to compete?”
“Rita, I’m flattered that you think I’m
Still a chick-magnet, but you also know
I’m a one-woman guy… Maybe you’d like
To be my first student?” he asks, his arms
Around my waist as he nuzzles my neck.
I have zero interest in golf…there are other
Sports he could coach me in, though…
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