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"How would you feel about a golfing date, Nelly?" you ask as you drive along, hoping she'll agree. "It's a sunny day and there's this really nice golf course up the way.'" Driving through town, you see the green of the golf course nearby, dotted with its sand traps and artificial lakes. A few other golfers are there: young couples, mostly, including two parents with a whiny little | "How would you feel about a golfing date, Nelly?" you ask as you drive along, hoping she'll agree. "It's a sunny day and there's this really nice golf course up the way.'" Driving through town, you see the green of the golf course nearby, dotted with its sand traps and artificial lakes. A few other golfers are there: young couples, mostly, including two parents with a whiny little boy. | ||
You're worried Janelle will think golf is uncool—but perhaps, you think, she'll enjoy an opportunity to show off her style on the green. | You're worried Janelle will think golf is uncool—but perhaps, you think, she'll enjoy an opportunity to show off her style on the green. | ||
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"How would you feel about a golfing date, Nelly?" you ask as you drive along, hoping she'll agree. "It's a sunny day and there's this really nice golf course up the way.'" Driving through town, you see the green of the golf course nearby, dotted with its sand traps and artificial lakes. A few other golfers are there: young couples, mostly, including two parents with a whiny little boy.
You're worried Janelle will think golf is uncool—but perhaps, you think, she'll enjoy an opportunity to show off her style on the green.
She does—at least at first.
"I'm gonna show y'all how it's done," she says as she steps out of the car, swinging her hips. She walks up to the first hole, a simple par 3 with a pond in front of the green. She looks at the hole, then looks at you. "I need a club."
You hand her a putter. She looks at it, then looks at you. "This ain't gonna work," she says, handing it back. You give her a 6-iron. She smirks and gets in position, describing the action condescendingly to you as she plays.
"Watch, bitch. I'mma hit the ball, and it's gonna go in the hole. Then we're gonna walk to the next hole and I'mma do it again."