True love_(0)

This is a story about a man finding is 1 true love. It is short on sex, so if that is what you are looking for, the please move on. Comments are welcome, but understand I do not write for a living. here might be a misspelled word here and there and a tense or grammar issue.

One True Love

My name is Larry. I am a 31 year old single male. I am a day trader. When I was 18 I was a rebel. 20 some odd tattoos later, I turn a lot of people off. I had a tough time of it until I turned 21. My dad offered me a position in the company he owned. I would be researching stocks and helping clients make money. My dad always was in it for the money. My other passion is golf. I have been playing the game since I was 7.

By the time I was 25, I was both a very accomplished golfer with a +1 handicap, and a savvy trader. My dad gave me the reigns of some of the top accounts in the company. By the time I turned 29, I was the top grossing rep. I was earning in excess of 1 million in commissions. But all of this was about to change.

It was a Thursday. I was on the course with a client when the call came.

“Larry, Please come to Methodist Hospital as quickly as you can get there please.” Came the voice from Clara, dad’s personal secretary.

“What’s wrong Clara?” I asked her

She started crying uncontrollably on the phone. In between loud wails of grief and the crying she said that dad had collapsed on the floor and was not breathing. The paramedics had taken him to Methodist.

I looked over at the group I was playing with. They were some of my dad’s most loyal customers. I spoke to Mike.

“Mike, dad just collapsed and is at the hospital. I am sorry, but I need to leave.” I said as my voice broke a bit.

“Go, son. Go. Be with your father. He is a great man. We can handle this ok.” Mike replied

I rushed from the course and drove the 15 minutes to Methodist, but it was too late. When I arrived, Dr. Jackson, who had treated dad many times over the years, stopped me as I was running down the corridor.

“Larry, come her son.” He said

“Dr. Jackson, Where is dad?” I asked him

“I am sorry, Larry. He did not make it. He had a massive brain aneurysm burst. He died before the hit the floor.” Dr. Jackson said trying to console me.

I was in shock. I was trembling and was about to collapse myself. My dad had been my world. My mother, his first and only wife, died giving birth to me. So he was all I knew. He helped me with everything. He allowed me to be crazy, but had enough to say to keep me in line. I was both his greatest fan and his biggest cheering section. I was now absolutely devastated.

I was allowed in to see him 1 last time. I cried for an hour. Me. I was 29. He was too young to die. He was barely 51 years old. He had a big company. It just wasn’t fair.

The next day, I went into the office. I spoke to Clara briefly. She said that my dad had set up for Chuck Davis to take over the company if anything happened to him. I had known that my dad only trusted a few people with the company. I was trusted, but did not know how to run a company myself. Chuck did. I, however, clashed with Chuck pretty regularly. That would be the demise.

I continued to work for Chuck for another 6 months or so. I had amassed a nice nest egg from the enormous commissions I had received over the last 8 years. I decided I had enough and left the company. That is when I decided to day trade. I had plenty of experience and used it to my advantage.

When I was 30, I bought a 15,000 square foot house in the hills. I hired a groundskeeper and a maid. They would both keep the house clean. I vowed, when I bought this house, that no one would see it unless I had complete trust in them. I had dated a few women and the bad boy image I had because of the tattoos did not always lend themselves to women of integrity.

I still love golf. I am playing three or four times a week. On one such occasion, I met her. It was over at Millside, one of my favorite courses. I had set a tee time for 8:25. When I arrived, Joe, the head guy there told me that he had paired me with a young woman named Diane. He said she was a pistol and a great golfer. She had called about a tee time and mine was the only one that was available to add folks to it.

I laughed and joked with Joe. I asked if he was trying to set me up with a date or something. He just laughed and said he was not. Just always wanting to see great players paired together. I went out to my car and got my clubs.

I played Titleist clubs. I had been using forged irons my whole life. I also had the bag, the Scotty Cameron putter and the set of woods. I put all my things into the cart and headed over to the range. I stretched and started hitting balls. Out of the corner of my eye came up this stunning girl. She had black hair. It was in a pony tail and pulled up so she could swing the club. She had on a top that showed off her boobs a bit, but not too much. She was wearing what appeared to be a pair of skorts.

“Hello, are you Larry? I am Diane. I was told we would be playing together today.” she said

I almost melted. She was so beautiful. Now I had been out with lots of women. So, I was no stranger to sex. She however, was different. I could not put my finger on it, but she was.

“Hello Diane, I am Larry.” I said

She looked at me a bit and for a second, I believed she had second thoughts. I had on my standard Titleist golf shirt, long kakhi pants and my logo shoes. She looked at my arms though. I had several, maybe 10 tattoos up and down them.

“Are the tattoos bothering you Diane?” I asked her

“Oh, no, Larry. I just have never seen anyone with that many.” She replied

“I was crazy as a younger man.” I said

She laughed nervously. I helped her with her bag and we hit balls for awhile before the tee time. I think the fact that I was a good player, but her mind at ease.

“Ok, you ready to do this, Diane. Our tee time is next.” I said

She started grabbing her stuff

“As ready as I will ever be.” She said

We headed up to the tee box. I gave Andy, the marshal, and he ushered us to the box. Normally, on the weekend, you cannot play as a twosome, but they had something else going on elsewhere so, the course was wide open this early.

“So, Diane, what tees do you normally play from.” I asked

“Here, the blue tees. The ladies tees do not provide much challenge.” She said with a smile

“Very nice.” I commented “Always love to see someone who plays for challenge.”

“Yes, I normally try top play at about 6500 yards or so at the courses I play. It is a good challenge then.’ She said

“Great. Then let me tee off and we can go.” I said

I stepped up on the first tee. I always played the back tees. I was about 6ft 2 inches tall and weighed 200 pounds. I also had a very high swing speed, so I hit the ball a long way. I hit the first tee ball about 320 yards. I have a slight draw, so it was on the left side of the fairway. I headed back to the cart.

“Wow, very nice shot Larry.” Diane said

“Thanks. Now lets get to your tees and get this on the road. “ I said

She teed off. It was straight down the middle about 250 yards are so. Beautiful drive. I decided to try and make some small talk. She was so stunning, I was still having a bit of trouble concentrating when not hitting the ball.

“What is your handicap?” I asked her

“I usually play to a 3. Some days better than others.” She said

“What is your best round?” I asked

“I shot 68 1 time. Normally I play to about 77 or so.” She said smiling

“That is awesome.” I said “Playing back here and still breaking 80. That is fantastic.” I said

“What is your handicap Larry?” She asked now.

“I umm, +1.” I said with a slight chuckle.

“Wow. Really? I have never played with anyone that good.” She said with a smile.

The rest of the round was a blur. We made the turn and I picked us up a couple of powerades for the back nine. When we finished, she had carded a 73. I had a 67.

“Wow, Larry. Great round. 67. That is off the charts.” Diane said paying me many compliments.

“73 is pretty nice yourself.” I said “You should be proud. That was a great round.”

“Why don’t you come eat some lunch with me inside?” I asked her

“Golf cost so much. I spent most of my money getting here and playing.” She said sort of apologetically.

“I will buy Diane. I have really enjoyed playing with you today. Very good job.” I said

She did not turn me down. We went into the clubhouse and ordered lunch. I had a club sandwich and a pickle. She ordered a grilled chicken sandwich.

“Diane, how often do you play?” I asked her

“As often as my pocket book allows. I try to get out to the range a couple of times a week, but usually can only afford to play every 10 days or so.” She said

Here was my chance. I have wanted to find a woman who played golf well enough to not be an embarrassment but was fun and easy on the eyes. She was that woman.

“I play several times a week as I work for myself these days. I would love to have a steady partner to play golf with. What do you say? You interested in playing again soon?” I said

“That would actually be great Larry. You drive me out there. It was great.” She said

“Ok, here is my number. When you want to play, call me. I can set us up a tee time. I also know a lot of people, so please do not let money slow you down. I would gladly pay for your green fees to have someone of your skill level to play with all the time.” I said with a smile

She hesitated for a moment. I thought to myself that maybe I had gone too far. I did not think so, but I was beginning to get worried.

“Ok, sure, Larry. Thanks. I love to play. I also love good competition. I will be back in touch.” She said as she shook my hand and headed to her car.

3 days had passed. I played with a couple of buddies the day before. They were not all that good. So I caught myself daydreaming about Diane a lot. She was so pretty.

“Hello, Larry?” A voice said as I picked up my cell phone

“Yes.” I said

“This is Diane. Remember we played together on Saturday.” She said

“Hi Diane. How are you doing?” I said

“I am great. I have been invited to play at Eastside in a month in an amateur tournament. Do you think you can get us a couple of tee times so I can practice there. They told me I had to be a member to get in practice.” She said

“No problem at all. I have contacts. How does Saturday morning sound? We can make another time after that as well.” I said

“Wow, thanks. Larry. I owe you one. Oh, and can I ask you something as well?” She said

“Sure. Anything.” I said

“Would you consider meeting me at Leo’s on Friday night. 6Ish time frame? My work as a group gathering there every Friday and I am the only one there without a date. Would you be my date?” She asked me

My heart almost jumped out of my body. I had to swallow a couple of times. Although we had just met, we seemed to hit it off well the first time.

“I would be honored.” I said “Any special dress code?”

I had been to Leo’s a lot. I knew everyone there by first name. I needed to get what she thought was appropriate though.

“Most of us are in work clothes. If you can wear a shirt with a collar and some jeans or regular pants, that would be really nice.” She said

“I will be there. Thanks for calling and the invite.” I said

“Diane, how should I give you the info on the tee times.” I said

“Does your phone have callerid?” She asked

“It does. Can I add you to my contacts list?” I asked

“Yes please do. Either a text message or a call is fine.” She said

“Ok. Will do.” I said


When I set the phone down, it took me a minute to think about what just happened. We had a nice round of golf. She seemed to be genuinely interested in our conversations during the round. But this, I was totally stunned. I could see her wanting to play golf again. But a date? My head was swimming.

It was only Tuesday. It was a good thing I had things to get done. I called and spoke to Jimmy at Eastside.

“Jimmy. Hello this is Larry Swanson.” I said

“Larry, how are you doing my friend? What can I do for you?” I said

“I have a friend playing in the tournament there in a month. Some sort of ladies amateur thing.” I said

“Yes, we have going on. Who is your friend?” Jimmy asked me

“Diane. I do not have her last name. We played together over the weekend at Millside.” I said

“Oh yes, Diane Stone. She is a very good golfer. And really easy on the eyes if you know what I mean.” He said

“Oh that I do Jimmy.” I said

“So, what can I do for you Larry.” Jimmy said

“What is the chance of getting us on the course on Saturday morning?” I said

“Your luck must still be there. First you get to play with her, and now I have an opening at 9:04 for 2. Should I set you up for it?’ He asked

“Yes Sir. We will be there.” I said

“Ok, Now, Larry, it is $225.00 for both of you to play in that slot.” Jimmy said

“No problem, Jimmy. I will stop by there on Friday and pay for it early. I do not want Diane to pay for any of it.” I said

“Ok, my friend. I will see you then. And good luck with her.” Jimmy said

“Thanks.” I replied

I sent a text message to Diane to say that our tee time was at 9:04 and to bring her A game because we would be pared with 2 others practicing for the tournament as well.

I received a message back:

“O M G really? Thank you so much. I have always wanted to play there. I hope it wasn’t too expensive, I do not get paid again before the weekend.”

I replied back

“I have it covered. Just bring your A game. That is all you need for Saturday.”

“Thank you again.” She replied

Wednesday and Thursday went by pretty quickly. I closed a couple of round turns and made a lot of money. I also played golf on Thursday. I shot a 68 and lost by 2 to my friend Jason. He is a good golfer, but he won’t play often with me due to my tattoos.

Friday finally arrived. About 10:30 I received a message from Diane confirming for the evening. I told her I would not miss it for the world.

I slipped over to Eastside and gave Jimmy the money for golf the next day. I asked him, if she gets there before I do, to let her have whatever she needed, range balls, etc. I would settle up with him.

I had known Jimmy for 5 years. I played at Eastside a lot. I have sponsored a number of events there, so I was well liked and received there. The tattoos don’t go over well with the folks there, but the golf does so I am always welcome.

I decided to bring the Lexus Hybrid to Leo’s tonight. If Diane asked how I got this, I will tell her a hole in one at a charity event last year.

I arrived at Leo’s about 5 until 6. I pull in the parking lot and see Diane getting out of a fairly new model Honda Civic.

“Hello Diane.” said out the window as I parked beside her car.

“Hi there Larry.” She said

“Wow, you look beautiful. Mmm and smell nice too.” I ventured

“Aww. Thank you. That is sweet.” She said sort of blushing

We went inside and it appears there were going to be about 12 of us at the table. It was trivia night at Leo’s so the place was filling up quickly. When we sat down, Diane introduced me around the table as her new friend. There were a lot of uhhuh and sure. But I could tell it was all in jest.

I saw that Jill was going to be our server tonight. She was a pretty girl. She had 2 small children. Her ex husband was a real dirt bag from what I hear. She finally got away from him, but it was hard to make it on the money she made doing this. We had several nice conversations in the past. Whenever she was my waitress, I would always tip her a bit more. Tonight would be no exception.

As I talked and listed a lot to the conversations of the night, I found out that that just get 1 bill and then split it up when the tab gets there. That was a nice idea. It would also make it easier for me to give a tip to Jill for the whole bill.

“Diane, you have some great people here.” I commented to her

“Yes, Larry, they are my only friends other than you right now.” She said smiling

“You smell so good tonight. What is that fragrance?” I asked her

“Willow.” She replied

It was so intoxicating. Her beauty and now this. I was really starting to fall for her.

“Ok, trivia is starting.” Said one of the guys on the other side of the table.

“What song talks about a child’s fear of going to sleep?” The announcer said

I whispered over to Diane. Enter Sandman from Metallica. She looked at me as if to say either, I should have known you would know that or, how did you know that? I was not sure

I saw her write it down and give to the guy doing the running from the table. A couple of minutes later, I heard the lines from the song. “Now I lay thee down to sleep.” 1 correct for our team.

After a few more questions, most of which I had no idea, another question came our way.

“Lyrics is the category.” The announcer said “ Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage.”

I whispered over to Diane. Smashing Pumpkins, Bullet with butterfly wings. She handed that to the guy who was our runner. He stood up and walked over to us.

“Isn’t the title ‘The world is a vampire’” he said

“No, I am sure of the answer.” I told him

“Ok, We will go with your’s.” He said

“And the song is: Bullet with butterfly wings.” He announced

The guy looked over at me and gave me the thumbs up. Another hour or so went by. We all talked and played trivia. We finished second place. I thought that was good. Diane seemed to do nothing but smile all day. The girl on my other side, her name was Jenny, asked a lot about my tattoos. She showed me one on the underside of her arm. So I guess I hit it off ok with the group.

As we were about to leave. Everyone piled in the money for the bill. I paid for Diane and I. Saying I forgot something I went back to the table. I could see that the 300 plus dollar bill only had about 40 dollars in tips. I pulled out a hundred from my wallet and put my smile on the side of it so Jill would know.

I made it back out to the parking lot. Diane was talking to a couple who parked beside her. I guess I interrupted.

“Well Diane, have fun, we will talk to you at work on Monday.” The woman said

“Ok Patti, See you then.” She replied back.

“Larry, did you have a good time?” she asked

“I did. Did I embarrass you at all?” I said pointing to my arms.

“No, I had a great time. Would you come back with me next Friday?” She asked

“I would love to come back.” I said

I gave her a hug, drinking in her smell and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“I will see you at Eastside in the morning. Remember bring that A game.” I said

“You bet I will.” She said as I opened her car door.

I could not help but think about her smell all night. I hardly slept at all.

The next morning arrived. I put my clubs in the Lexus and headed to Eastside. I arrived at 8:30 to find that Diane was already there. I stepped into the clubhouse and spoke to Jimmy.

“My man. How are you this fine morning, Jimmy.” I said

“I am great. But I bet you are doing better.” He said with a wink.

“I am enjoying things.” I said

“I bet so.” Jimmy said

“Any issues this morning?” I asked

“No, I told Diane that all was already covered. She just smiled at me and said thanks.” Jimmy said

“Good. See you later.” I said to Jimmy

“Have fun out there.” He said back.

I walked over to the range. I could see Diane was working on her stance and turn a bit.

“Good morning.” I said

“You….” She muttered

“What?” I said back

“Stop paying for everything. I am a big girl you know.” She said

“I understand.” I said, but had no intention on listening to her.

“We tee off in 30 minutes. I am going to stretch a bit.” I said

I walked over to the cart. As I started stretching, I gazed at my beauty again. Today, was a pink Paula Creamer top, matching pair of skorts and a pick breast cancer awareness hat. She was absolutely stunning. I caught myself staring a couple of times before I got my focus back.

The round started off rather ominously. I bogied the first 2 holes. Diane looked over at me. What can I say. I was distracted. Then, for the first time in a long time, I had a long string of birdies. Starting at 3 I birdied 7 straight holes. Our playing partners were getting a bit agitated. I could not understand why.

As we stepped off of the 10th green, the last of the 7 straight birdies in pocket, Diane did something that now made me know for sure that I was in love. Diane put water on a towel and starting waving it at me.

“Cool down over there, you’re burning me.