Farmers

I keep remembering Sex and the City's Charlotte. Charlotte, married to a doctor, having done quite well for herself... lusting after the gardener with whom she shares a passionate kiss. Then I remember Samantha, with her men as diverse as a tonne of Smarties. Yet she too saw a farmer and grabbed him there and then. And as with both women, with plenty of bling bling, I wonder... what did they see in a gardener/farmer? True all muscled up with six packs to throw Farsons into depression, yet all sweaty, grubby, dirty? How did well dressed women like Charlotte and Samantha even go with reach of such people? I never understand this. But I know plenty of women with immaculate houses (because they have a live-in maid), and immaculate nails who lust after the handyman who is wearing a t-shirt with an I Love Malta plastered on it. I can understand that they would probably look better after a good shower, but no, they want them in their sweat. They want them dirty. But in real life these women look all spruced up, carefully made up, wearing tasteful jewellery and shoes, with bags to match. So for them it must be just a fantasy, and it's a bonus when they get to act on their fantasy. But if a fantasy is something like a dream, something which you think about once in a while, an imagined or conjured up sequence perhaps fulfilling a psychological need, then once that is fulfilled, what happens? Do these women start day-dreaming of something else? And what is it about the rugged men that is so responsible for these dreams? If it's the sweat, then I think Dove should kick up its campaign. How can any woman make out with a man having his smelly armpits shoved in her face? And yet it seems some like it. Some must also like the misconception that a farmer will not be highly intellectual so they just want the no strings attached, the wham bham thank you ma'am. Perhaps under all that bra burning, some women still want to be treated like a toy... in the bedroom, on the kitchen table, next to the cow on the farm, on the hay next to the donkey. But, what do you do when you get an intellectual farmer, one smelling nice, without the donkey and the hay but behaving like a pig sometimes? Is it all about animals? Because intellectual farmers sometimes behave like roosters and peacocks. And if that is true, then what am I, the farmer's bitch? I don't think so!