I once dated a woman who hated black licorice and root beer.
That was it. She could eat everything in sight, but not black licorice or root beer.
I don't go out of my way for licorice or root beer, but isn't life a little too short for
someone who can't appreciate those things?
In the back of my mind I have always wondered, did it not work out because she
disliked those things, or was it because she was sleep with the lights on, talk to walls,
houseplants have feelings, the nightly newscast contains secret messages,
aliens are shooting laser beams at her cranium crazy?