Last night, we decided to take my boyfriend’s son to play Mini-Golf. BIG MISTAKE! Unfortunately, my boyfriend and his son are two of the most competitive, impatient people I have ever met. I saw golf clubs fly at least three times, Happy Gilmore style.
I have grown to love my boyfriend’s competitive drive but sometimes he needs to settle down a bit. It is miniature golf, after all, not the PGA. You can be sure he wasn’t too thrilled when I said that last night. You can also be sure that he was annoyed because I wasn’t trying and still coming close to par.
I guess I just have to accept the fact that we will never play Monopoly, we can no longer enjoy a simple game of miniature golf, and certainly we can never partake in anything at which I might be better. My boyfriend takes “sore-loser” to new heights. Ah, I love him. 
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I'm Angela - I'm staring down the barrel of my 30s (gah) working as a production editor
(office bitch) for a small newspaper. I'm consumed by my endless devotion to
the New England Patriots and have recenty taken up knitting to keep busy until September. Oh yeah, and I have a really whacky boyfriend to keep me amused.
LOL! my husband has the same competitive drive. you should have seen us playing mini-golf, it was like the PGA. i love it.
And his son is following right in his footsteps? That sucks. Hope you rub off on the two of them. I still struggle with hyper-competitiveness, and it’s no fun for anyone else.