Nichole and I were married and sealed on March 11, 1995. A year later we returned to one of the first places we went on a date which was Trafalga in Orem. The original date was memorable because when we were dating and while at Trafalga, I hit one of the golf balls through a chain linked fence and out of the miniature golf course range. Well, I thought I could casually retrieve that ball by hopping the fence. Little did I know that that instance would be so detrimental to my manhood. As I was hopping the fence, the backside of my shorts got caught on the fence and tore literally about a foot long. My whole back end was showing but that was not the blunt of the joke, however. As much as I tried to release my shorts from the fence, the more they seemed to snag and tear some more. I started to jerk my leg in desperation and could not free myself. So, the thought of this Virginia boy dangling from the top of a chain linked fence was pretty funny for this pretty little Mainard. By this time, Nichole is about peeing her pants. And the more that she is laughing, the more it is making me mad with her laughing at me. She always seems to laugh when someone is either getting hurt or is in an embarrassing and humiliating pose. Although not funny at the time to me, we still laugh about that to this day


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