Dating a farmer is less about learning a new romance language and more about learning a new clock. A farm day starts when the sun cracks the horizon and ends when the last stall is mucked, the last calf is checked, and the body finally gives out. That means dinner dates at 7 p.m. sometimes turn into wordless couch naps by 8:15. It is not disinterest - it is ten hours of physical labor catching up all at once.