Josh places his hand on the small of my back and leads me toward the golf cart. He's grinning like a little boy as he pulls up to the first tee. My heart is beating loudly. I can't believe how much stress I feel about this. He clearly enjoys this game and wants us to do it together. But I don't have a good feeling about this at all.
Josh gets out of the cart and hands me a golf club.
"This is a driver." He says. Then he hands me a golf ball and a tee. He gets his driver, ball and tee and then says:
"Okay. Watch me."
He places his ball and then takes his shot. He's watching his ball sail down the fairway, but I'm still watching him. I don't know much- o.k. anything- about golf but he looked like a total pro. The muscles in his arms and legs are taunt. I'm mesmerized. Finally, he looks over at me and smirks a bit at my mouth hanging open.
"You're really good at this aren't you?" I ask, the sick feeling quickly returning.