Foreign Exchange Men
During high school we would from time to time have a new and exciting phenomenon appearing at our school – the mysterious foreign exchange student. The excitement wore off after realising that these are just normal girls (all girls school, you see) who have strange accents. But the concept of foreign exchange is something that should be implemented to and fro across the Eastern Cape border.
Since moving down here it dawned on me that if I knew then what I know now I would have packed my bags shortly after high school and moved down to a tiny little rural town. The logic behind this is that there is no shortage of good looking, young farmers around. There is however a severe shortage of eligible women down on the farm and if a single girl arrives on the scene it isn’t long before she is seriously involved or married. My little bubble burst a while ago when I realised that the thought of being married to a farmer would probably be similar to removing my brain and putting it in a jar on the mantle piece next to the family photos and all the other bric-a-brac that is apparent in most farmhouses.
Farm boys are really nice, wholesome characters and there are some really good looking ones in the litter. There is however one glaring problem – the choice of topics of conversation are a bit on the repetitive side. Mental stimulation probably amounts to a statement like “I am horny.”
Since starting my own blog and being a regular reader of a number of others, I have discovered that there is a wealth of interesting, intelligent men out there but it seems they are all in the cities. I have to say this in the hopes of redeeming myself for the “Are Men Un-Evolving?” posting.
So here is my foreign exchange suggestion. City boys must move down to the rural areas for a while and for each city boy that crosses the border and has his passport stamped a farm boy traverses the same border in the other direction to the city. It’s a win-win situation. City boys can hone those bods, work on a farmer’s tan and get in touch with their inner-wild man – think the Matthew McConnaughty look. Farm boys in turn might acquire a bit of exposure to life and thus actually have something to talk about when they get back.
I wonder if this would fall under the home affairs or foreign affairs because again, I might be on to something here…
Since moving down here it dawned on me that if I knew then what I know now I would have packed my bags shortly after high school and moved down to a tiny little rural town. The logic behind this is that there is no shortage of good looking, young farmers around. There is however a severe shortage of eligible women down on the farm and if a single girl arrives on the scene it isn’t long before she is seriously involved or married. My little bubble burst a while ago when I realised that the thought of being married to a farmer would probably be similar to removing my brain and putting it in a jar on the mantle piece next to the family photos and all the other bric-a-brac that is apparent in most farmhouses.
Farm boys are really nice, wholesome characters and there are some really good looking ones in the litter. There is however one glaring problem – the choice of topics of conversation are a bit on the repetitive side. Mental stimulation probably amounts to a statement like “I am horny.”
Since starting my own blog and being a regular reader of a number of others, I have discovered that there is a wealth of interesting, intelligent men out there but it seems they are all in the cities. I have to say this in the hopes of redeeming myself for the “Are Men Un-Evolving?” posting.
So here is my foreign exchange suggestion. City boys must move down to the rural areas for a while and for each city boy that crosses the border and has his passport stamped a farm boy traverses the same border in the other direction to the city. It’s a win-win situation. City boys can hone those bods, work on a farmer’s tan and get in touch with their inner-wild man – think the Matthew McConnaughty look. Farm boys in turn might acquire a bit of exposure to life and thus actually have something to talk about when they get back.
I wonder if this would fall under the home affairs or foreign affairs because again, I might be on to something here…
posted by Katt at 9:59 pm
10 Comments:
What a thought - Johnny Depp
knee deep in cow dung!!!
Get ME to that farm on time.
I just want to drive around all day long in a BIG bad-ass tractor!
Oh, and it will have to be a wine farm... in the end, it is all about the perks.
Katt... if you ever get that foreign exchange program up and running, make sure you let the single girls know where to find them. :)
I think i saw that on TV.. the Amish went to some big city.. was very funny to watch.
P & E: I will take pictures, I promise.
Chitty: There are not many tractors on wine farms. If you come down this way you can pick and choose. You could even learn how to AI a cow. :-D
M: If that is you, SwissTwist, you can come and bunk here and we can sit on the balcony all day with binoculars and perve a bit. :-)
TGL: Maybe you are on to something, where do you apply for movie rights?
Oh how I wish I was SwissTwist... but unfortunatley NO, though that idea sounds mighty appealing :)
I'd rather keep my pasty city-boy pasty complexion, thank you very much. Tractors notwithstanding.
M: Firstly thanks for the comment - I'm always flattered when someone has actually made it to the end of my bit of nonsense. Tell you what, if the city boys arrive in droves I will kick Flyboy out the house and organise a girls' weekend. ;-)
Kyk: Spoilsport! *sulk* I so wanted to see you practising your lines on a tractor!
farm boy complete with Khaki's, vellies and the comb in the knee-high sock? Sounds very appealing...
Aquila: Fortunately that look has died the miserable death it deserves. Most of the farm boys look like game rangers these days! Think you can manage that?
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