Uncultivated

Uncultivated- not highly educated or socially adept

Ex: I need a partner that’ll accept me for who I am. Someone who won’t treat me like some uncultivated swine when I refuse to sing anything other than “Immigrant Song” at karaoke. When the lights dim and the track starts playing and I belt out that first iconic, “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH, AH!”, putting on a show that’d make Jack Black’s character Barry in High Fidelity proud, will you avert your gaze and go flush with embarrassment? Or, will you let your hair down and start head banging along with me? When I spin around and hit a sweet body roll, dropping down to the floor in the VFW activity room, will you pull aside my psychiatric nurse and tell her that we need to up my medication dose? Or, will you get completely prone on the ground with me now as I lift my upper body like a King Cobra, flick my split tongue out, and start singing, “We come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow…”