After Target I met up with I Incredible at the golfing range. You can close your mouth because I didn't hit any balls; balls hit on me.
Note to all my single girl peeps: run to the golfing range right now. The woman to man ratio is so in your favor. A woman at the range is like honey to a bee.
I had to walk by all the hitters last night to get to Incredible because (Thank you) he was at the last hitting post. Black, Asian, White, Young, Middle Age, Old, Frat boy, Business man, and Wannabe Pro golfer were all there in attendance. If I am ever single, again, I am investing in some clubs and hitting up on the range. Amen! All I did was sit at a bench a few posts away from Incredible. The benches close to him were occupied (I swear). I was sitting for half a second before Mr. Oh-So-Cute in Khaki Cargos sat down. He asked me if I was waiting on his post. No. He asked if I was there with someone. Eh, yeah, the guy down there with the OU golf bag. He smirked. I raised my brow. Then he asked if I played. No. He told me I should learn. Amen, I should. Then he got back to hitting his balls. After about 5 minutes checking out his butt (he was in cargo shorts, need I say more?) I went down to where my man was hitting. He was hitting next to a Business man with a UT golf bag. Oh, the humor! Business man asked me if I was cold. I was freezing, but I did look cute in those Editor pants. He offered his windbreaker. Uhm hmm...two hits in the span of 10 minutes...where am I? Do other girls know this place exists? I told him I was okay---wait, I lie...Incredible walked over and handed me a kiss. For the rest of the night Business man and I traded OU jokes while Incredible hit the balls and we had great laughs...all three of us.
If you are single, it is Spring and there are men out there...you don't even need clubs, just show up.