A True Golfer…!!!

15 Feb

One day a man decided to retire… he booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank.

He soon found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts and other tropical fruits.

After about four months of lying on the beach one day the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore.

In disbelief, he asked, “Where did you come from? How did you get here?”She replied, “I rowed over from the other side of the island where I landed when my cruise ship sank.””Amazing,” he noted. “You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you. “Oh, this thing?” explained the woman. “I made the boat out of some raw material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm tree branches, the sides from casurina and stern came from a eucalyptus tree.””But, where did you get the tools?”Oh, that was no problem,” replied the woman. “On the south side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into ductile iron I used that to make tools and used the tools to make the hardware.”

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The guy was stunned. “Let’s row over to my place,” she said.

So, after a short time of rowing, she soon docked the boat at a small wharf. As the man looked to shore, he nearly fell off the boat. Before him is a long stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman tied up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man could only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walked into the house, she said casually, “It’s not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please.” “Would you like a drink?” “No! No thank you,” the man blurted out, still dazed. “I can’t takeanother drop of coconut juice.”

“It’s not coconut juice,” winked the woman. “I have a still. How would you like a Pina Colada? “Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepted, and they sat down on her couch to talk. After they exchanged their individual survival stories, the woman announced, “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There’s a razor in the bathroom cabinet upstairs.”

No longer questioning anything, the man went upstairs into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet was a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge were fastened on to its end inside a swivel mechanism. “This woman is amazing,” he mused. “What’s next?”

When he returned, she greeted him wearing nothing but some small flowers on tiny vines,each strategically positioned while she smelled faintly of gardenias.

She then beckoned for him to sit down next to her.”Tell me,” she began suggestively, slithering closer to him, “We’ve both been out here for many months. You must have been lonely. There’s something I’m certain you feel like doing right now, something you’ve been longing for, right?” She stared into his eyes.He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You mean…” he swallowed excitedly as tears started to form in his eyes, “You’ve even built a Golf Course ….. !!”

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One Response to “A True Golfer…!!!”

  1. aourbind February 16, 2012 at 11:59 am #

    The guy was too intelligent….& nice & & & what you gals call Chivalry….he knew how to talk to women & he was not an attention seeker.. I am sure he had a good sense of humor ……. No?Great guy…good guy…perfect guy…..
    I am sure both will come closer in coming time like good companions , & share a lot..what else a woman wants ? good…..lucky woman..

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