It will ruin your golf every time

I'd been thinking a lot during the last ten days over what you said to me about that, and the more I thought of it the more of a sound egg the notion seemed. So I got her alone up at the clubhouse and said, "I say, old girl, what about it?" and she said, "What about what?" and I said, "What about marrying me? Don't if you don't want to, of course," I said, "but I'm bound to say it looks pretty good to me." And then she said she loved another - this bloke Spelvin, to wit. A nasty jar, I can tell you, it was. I was just starting off on a round, and it made me hook my putts on every green.

(from Rodney Fails To Qualify, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)