Getting along with pigs

I’m still the only woman on my golf club. As I think I’ve mentioned before, there are some dissenters but they seem to have been quieted. Over the last couple years, I guess I’ve gained the respect of most.

There’s one guy who was always the most annoying, the most vocal (and loud, at that) and verbally offensive. I get along with him well now. I still won’t play in his foursome or want to be in front of or behind his foursome because I’m not good enough to not let his antics distract my game. But after our tournaments, we get along just fine. I guess we’ve reached an understanding of sorts.

How do I get along with this pig?

First of all, I think he’s not as piggy underneath as all his bluster and BS on the outside seem to show. Second, I think he knows I understand that. Third, we’ve had enough run-ins that I think he sees where I’m coming from as well. Now when he gets out of line around me, I dress him down and he accepts it. Plus, he no longer adds fuel to my fire by showing how much that excites him. It seems to work.

Next post.