One of my favourite memories of my ladyfriend, aside from the time when she was sitting bottomless on my couch just watching tv when I stood in front of her and motioned at her pussy with a slight head nod and she got a big smile and scooched to the front of the couch and I licked her out, is the time that she thought that I was some kind of wizard for being able to identify corn.

We were at the Glasgow botanical gardens and it was really disappointing because we were there in winter and most everything was dead or closed. But there was a little section for crops. Just various example of agricultural plants. And I was off looking at some peas or something and my ladyfriend was off checking out a plant with a bunch of strings on it. She was obviously excited about this little plant and she called out, "Do you know what this is?" And nonchalantly, I said, "Yeah, corn". And she said, "How did you know? Did you read the sign?" And I said, "No, you can see from the strings." And she just smiled, maybe kind of embarassed.

I couldn't believe that she couldn't identify corn and she couldn't believe that I could identify corn. There was a huge gap in our farming knowledge.

It made me realise that she's not from a country where corn is grown in any serious quantities. But in the US, particularly my home state of Indiana, there's loads of corn. Or as the Indians call it, "maize".

I'm not some country bumpkin but I've shucked corn. They sell whole corn on the cob in the US in the vegetable section of your local supermarket. I've never seen whole corn on the cob being sold in the UK.

So that's why she didn't know. And she was amazed to see what a real baby corn plant looks like with those weird strings. People have different experiences. Different perspectives on reality.