Golf has been a source of contention in many marriages over the years, it taking up a great deal of some men’s attention, time, money – each of which many wives feel would be better spent upon them.
Indeed, some “golf widows” would prefer their husbands to just about anything other than play golf. ðŸ˜‰
After an enjoyable eighteen hole of golf, a man stopped in a bar for a beer before heading home. There he struck up a conversation with a ravishing young beauty. They had a couple of drinks, liked each other, and soon she invited him over to her apartment. For two hours they made mad, passionate love.
On the way home, the man’s conscience started bothering him something awful. He loved his wife and didn’t want this unplanned indiscretion to ruin their relationship, so he decided the only thing to do was come clean.
”Honey,” he said when he got home, “I have a confession to make. After I played golf today, I stopped by the bar for a beer, met a beautiful woman, went back to her apartment and made love to her for two hours. I’m sorry, it won’t ever happen again, and I hope you’ll forgive me.”
His wife scowled at him and said, “Don’t lie to me, you sorry scumbag! You played thirty-six holes, didn’t you?”
What’s equal parts funny and sad is that I know women who, if their husband made such a confession, would respond the same way! ðŸ˜¯