Let me just say, this is the worst case of false advertising I have yet to encounter. All this time, traveling by sea, or river, or whatever sort of body of water you were so fascinated with, and me, all the while waiting for us to ARRIVE someplace, yet, off we went again!
"Where's your farm?"
"Is that a euphemism?"
"No seriously, where are your fields?"
"Sorry baby, I do the plowing"
And and it went! It wasn't until we got pulled over by the coastguard on some, extended journey where you were showing off how fast you could row as we sped passed some cigarette boat that I'd realized what the truth really was.
Turns out! You're not the "Oatman" of whom, has vast fields of shimmering plants that wave in the breeze, and roll like the ocean, yet, cause no cold spray of undrinkable water. No, oxen to help you till the pasture, not even a single acreage to speak of! Just some, "shared waterways" like you're some kind of hippy. You know what, I'm done with hippies, I want a man who will put down roots! Not, anchor and float around like a lilypad.
Maybe you can call me when you actually acquire some "Land" of your own, till than, I'm staying with my NEW girl friend Ceres, she knows a thing or two about Cultivating relationships!