By now you’ve probably figured out that I like to eat.
Especially anything that involves cheese.
Fast forward to another date with a guy who was actually quite normal. We had a lot of similar interests and he was very much a gentleman. He picked out a tapas restaurant, so I was quite excited. I could barely sleep the night before as visions of bacon-wrapped dates danced in my head.
As we perused the menu discussing what to order, he casually said, “By the way, I don’t like cheese.”
Doesn’t LIKE cheese? Clearly I must have heard him wrong.
“Oh, so you’re lactose intolerant?” I clarified.
“No,” he responded with a shrug. “I just don’t like it.”
Now I’ve heard a lot of crazy things in my day, but not LIKING cheese? I began to list all of the various kinds of cheese. There are many, although none of which does anything for his obviously dull taste buds? I peppered him with questions about not eating certain foods involving cheese: pizza, nachos, grilled cheese, macaroni and cheese – the list goes on and on!
Without cheese in my life, I’d be a lost soul. Cheese has gotten me through a lot of rough times, including a particularly bad horseback riding incident involving an unnamed member of the female anatomy, as well as several other debilitating diseases, Bubonic plague included.
Ok, maybe I’m being dramatic, but seriously, it’s cheese! It makes everything delicious!
I spent the remainder of our date grilling him about his dairy disdain. I could not seem to comprehend it, and he could not seem to end the date quick enough.
I seriously went out with someone who called themselves the Gas Man on a first date. At this point, do I have room to be picky?
I would not dismiss someone based on his food aversions alone. This experience actually caused me to reflect on myself a bit. I mean, I responded worse to him not liking cheese than I would have if he told me he used to torture and kill kittens as a child.
But seriously, not LIKING cheese? I just don’t get it!