Every time I read The Great Gatsby (which is probably far too often) I fall in love with female golfing sensation Jordan Baker, whose relationship with the narrator is off the charts in its haphazard apathy. (Fitzgerald quote from a few posts ago is in reference to this relationship.)
I always pictured Jordan Baker as my ideal woman: brunette, a little boyish, wearing polos and skirts, making money doing a completely inane activity.
And now I know she's my ideal - - check out this list of 50 hot female golfers:
phew! I'll have to start paying attention to the LPGA.