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Talking Dirty

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Spring has sprung, and a few trips to the greenhouse and Home Depot combined with my useless need to make puns have enlightened (questionable word choice) me to the fact that the simple act of gardening could also be a great bed to plant the seeds for a budding romance -- or at least leaf a good first impression.

So if you're someone like me whose relationship status is often: "Drunk on allergy medication and just cleaned out the cat's crap box," this guide might be just what you need to get down and dirty.

Get Down and Dirty

The most important thing to remember is that no trip to Home Depot (or similar home improvement store that will make you feel like you need all new handles for your cabinets) is official until you loudly proclaim either, "I just want a good stud finder!" or "Where my hose at?"

This establishes your mission -- not to simply find tools or get kelp for your yard, but to find someone who will be mowtivated to maybe plant one on you (wink, wink).

When approached by a possible suitor, be sure to lure them over to the gardening section, as making initial contact around the nails, caulk and nipples is a bit too forward these days -- and the puns are entirely too obvious. You're screwed.

See? Way too obvious.

Once you've secured your position in the Garden Center, casually mention that you're an entre-manure who wants to create Miracle-Gro for small boobs. If they don't get your humor, move on, as brilliance cannot be wasted on those who can't till it like it is.

But what's that, you say? They dug what you said?

Then with the fertile groundwork planted, continue to cultivate the conversation by sharing that although you're "a bit rough around the hedges, you're really a kick in the plants" or that you "just finished trimming your bush and are looking for veggies that will ex-seed all your expectations."

They will probably counter with something that sounds like, "Umm... I'm rooting for you -- ha, ha -- but I thought you were looking for the aisle that contained cow shit for your garden." That should be interpreted as, "I think that weed make a great pair."

But if you're forced to leave without your stud finder or hose, don't feel too bad. Remember, it's the squeaky wheel gets the grease, and at the end of the day, you're still single and ready to shingle.