A bit of back story, which I will probably never do justice. When Adam was a not-so wee young un in high school, he chose golf as an elective or something. He was in the popular group and could therefore get away with anything. Him and a few others decided that they really liked it and started playing outside of school. They accessorised. Right down to the daggy golf pants.
So I got a message from Adam today saying, 'Guess what I'm doing right now?'
I was curious what was my other half doing without me that warranted me guessing what he was doing. 'What are you doing?'
'I'm playing golf'
'Cool, if you're wearing those golf pants, you definitely have to come past my place once I'm done with uni so I can see you in them.'
'I wish! They don't fit me anymore.'
'Damn.'
'Just cos you wanted to check me out in tight pants...'
The sad thing was that I did want to check him out in golf pants. I didn't neccessarily know that golf pants were tight though...
Update: Adam must have had heaps of time on his hands at work because he managed to track down a pic of what his golf pants kind of looked like:
Mmm... delightful!
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actually now that you mention it, I remember having a bit of a hit on the oval at WPS with in Yr 7 with Mr Moriaty. I don't remember actually hitting it, just being taught how to hold the club. Mini golf is more my style.
hey! who knows, Adam might look incredibly becoming in golf pants!
*snigger*
Your teacher was called Mr Moriaty. As in evil villain style?? (though that one's spelt moriarty)
Cool...
Was the golf eevil?
yes, he was called Mr Moriaty. I'm not sure whether he was an evil villian or not. But apparantely he cheated on his wife who was also a teacher there...
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