You don t have to be lonely at farmers
It just seemed too obvious, I guess. But if you want to embrace life, really embrace it, you should pause every now and again and acknowledge true genius when you see it. Even if it is blatantly obvious. Our story begins with three utterly unappealing people who apparently are supposed to be farmers though, realistically, they seem to have escaped from the set of Hee Haw. One wears suspenders and looks about
You don't have to be lonely
When I tell people that I'm in my mid- okayfinelate 20s and single in Central Montana, they look at me like my whole flock of chickens succumbed to the bird flu or my swather broke down right in the middle of haying. What are you going to do? I knew this when I moved back; I joked that people only moved back to Lewistown to raise kids or raise cats My mom has sweetly been trying to play matchmaker for me ever since I moved back, with suggestions like, "Those sweet Amish boys that helped me fix fence might be available!
I think they were almost Although these are all fantastic suggestions, I have yet to pursue any of her matchmaking opportunities. So it came as a surprise when, for my 27th birthday, I asked my mom if she would help me fill out a Farmers Only profile. Mom was running a bit late the day we decided to sign up, so I tried to get a few self-portraits ready for her to choose from.
Having recently been gifted a Polaroid camera, I tried taking a few pics against my tree shower curtain you know, because And then a few more. By the time she came, I had effectively used up an entire roll of film on my face, and we both agreed that none of them were the right one for my profile. We tried taking one with my cat even, and it still didn't work.
We decided to put the profile picture on the backburner. The first question was to give your profile a headline — sort of an at-a-glance statement of intention.
Mom decided mine should be "Seeking Kind Ambitious Rancher" as there were only 30 characters available, we could not include commas, which bugs the hell out of me.
We then had to complete a section that simply said to talk about who you are, what you like to do, etc. Mom took the lead and had me write first about my current corporate work life, and then about being raised on a ranch that had sheep, goats, horses, and hay, and that I love the country life and the farm is where I want to be.
Mostly true — I love the farm, and I do want to live there again Mom asked if there was anything missing, and I said I'm the type of person that shows affection through touching, but we didn't want to put on my profile "Touch me! This section has 12 drop-down menu questions.
What type of relationship are you seeking? Mom was a firm "friendship" proponent, whereas I could have been more on the casual-dating side What are your religious leanings? We stuck with the ambiguous "spiritual. As Tuesdays aren't typically considered a "special occasion", we decided to choose "Yes, sometimes.
On Farmers Only, you get to be very specific with what assets you bring to the table this is an abbreviated version :. Now, I'm used to filling out questionnaires like this, and I feel it's best to be honest about who you are, so I have no aversion to saying I have "a little extra" or am "pleasantly plump. When I was first considering signing up for the website with Mom, a part of me truly believed that she would have valuable insight into what makes a good man a good man.
Having been successfully married for 30 years herself, she knows a thing or two about compatibility. Mom described her ideal man as hard working, having a good sense of humor, easy going, kind, hard working, and a family man that loves animals — "Did I say hard working? Yeah Mom, you did.
She also mentioned he needs to be accepting of my friends. We tacked intelligence and good wit on at the end. Aint nobody got time for someone who is arrogant, a braggart, self-centered, non-generous, selfish, grouchy, or — my turn now — not self-sufficient.
When I was living in Minneapolis, willingly a part of the hustle and bustle of city life, I never dreamed I'd sign up for a site as hokey and Farmers Only.
But since moving back to Central Montana three years ago, the charm of this community has made me swoon harder than any man has. People here are good. Really good. It's ironic, I spent years in Minneapolis looking for a man that was anything like the ones back home although I am hot for man buns sorrynotsorry — here I am, in the middle of Montana, ripe with the fruit of these luscious Montana men.
Yeah, I said it, luscious. So bring it on, Farmers Only. I don't have to be lonely. You Don't Have To Be Lonely By Bekhi Spika When I tell people that I'm in my mid- okayfinelate 20s and single in Central Montana, they look at me like my whole flock of chickens succumbed to the bird flu or my swather broke down right in the middle of haying. If we disagreed on what to say, we went with what she wanted.
She got to choose my profile picture. The Picture Mom was running a bit late the day we decided to sign up, so I tried to get a few self-portraits ready for her to choose from. Habits and Lifestyle This section has 12 drop-down menu questions. Your Ideal Match When I was first considering signing up for the website with Mom, a part of me truly believed that she would have valuable insight into what makes a good man a good man. Off to the Races When I was living in Minneapolis, willingly a part of the hustle and bustle of city life, I never dreamed I'd sign up for a site as hokey and Farmers Only.
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The chances of Iowa farmer John Sellers finding another woman in his life were pretty slim. For more than four decades, Sellers and his wife had a great marriage, which made for a long and painful grieving process after her death. When he was ready to even think about dating again, it seemed impossible. Paramount to the slim pickings in town, he spent long days managing his farm and cattle, getting time away from the farm was a rare occurrence. The eye-catching farmers-only ads feature a city slicker versus a farmer in slapstick comedy.
When I tell people that I'm in my mid- okayfinelate 20s and single in Central Montana, they look at me like my whole flock of chickens succumbed to the bird flu or my swather broke down right in the middle of haying. What are you going to do?
By Joshua Gardner. Hipsters have OKCupid, the devout have ChristianMingle and country folks can now seek out love on the oddly named but percent real FarmersOnly. The free dating site boasts an impressive ,plus users nationwide and has a wildly popular commercial that has Americans from Biloxi to Bismark spewing the slogan 'City folks just don't get it' every day.
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You know — the one advertised on TV with talking livestock and lonely-looking women strolling through cornfields? For starters, I was startled to learn that farmers are a hot romantic commodity. Nor was I trying to. When I did meet the one I eventually married, it was purely by chance on a Florida beach. I did not fall in love with this sincere, funny, caring man because he was a farmer.
