With any luck, I should hope to never again be in a position of looking for a new romantic interest.  But you never know when George Clooney’s going to pull up with a pair of backstage Toby Keith tickets and steal Kim clean away from me.

However, should that ever come to pass, rest assured I will die old and alone before I ever give “Weed Dating” a whirl.  Apparently, a farm in Vermont has come up with a way to keep its fields in order while still making the farm hands feel like they have a social life.

The deal is that you show up and weed in a cultivated row with a prospective date.  After assessing whether she knows a bean sprout from a clover, you move on to the next row where the next babe in coveralls with muddy knees awaits you.  Once the field is finished, you’re free to hook up with the girl of your choice and scoot your collectively stinky selves off to the local diner for some pancakes, or head home to shower and come back next week.

Caitlin Gildrien, outreach coordinator for the participating farms says there have yet to be any romantic connections among the weeders.  Color me stunned.