The problem with this advice was that my dater’s luck in the city hadn’t been so great either.And on the many nights when I waited for a guy to call, I doped up on rural romances.Kristina is a San Francisco-based writer, focused on issues in rural life and agriculture. in Religious Studies from Davidson College, where she led students and farmers in a successful crusade to bring local, sustainable fare to campus.She was previously in the trenches of ag policy at the Natural Resources Defense Council, campaigning to remove antibiotics from livestock feed and to reduce food waste. Before moving west, Kristina earned a second degree at the French Culinary Institute in New York City. Other Articles When a friend of mine moved to a rural part of California, she called her new home “BYOB” or “Bring Your Own Boyfriend.” “The pickings out here are slim,” she said.Some were in their 20s, young and searching, and some were much older.
I treated my disappointment with the hope that outside city limits there was a place—Farmland, America—where the cowboys were monogamous and the vegetable growers knew how to ask a girl out.
So I started asking farmers about their love lives with plans to write about what I found.