01-11-2015, 03:03 AM
On my first date with the woman who is now my wife, we met for appetizers and a drink at a fancy bar overlooking the downtown skyline and bay. I thought I'd impress her with my sophisticated palate so I ordered a plate of calamari and nice bottle of wine. I found them delicious and it seemed she did too. The conversation came easily, we laughed a lot, and, in my mind at least, everything went perfectly.
It wasn't until we had been dating for a few months that she admitted to me that she DESPISES calamari but didn't want to appear rude or finicky so she pretended to enjoy it and struggled through every bite! We had a good laugh about that and I promised her that I'd never expect her to eat anything else she didn't like. Seeing calamari on a menu always brings back good memories and a laugh.
At this point, getting her to try a bite of octopus would take an act of God. I imagine she would sit on the same side of the table as the ferret if we were to all go to dinner.
It wasn't until we had been dating for a few months that she admitted to me that she DESPISES calamari but didn't want to appear rude or finicky so she pretended to enjoy it and struggled through every bite! We had a good laugh about that and I promised her that I'd never expect her to eat anything else she didn't like. Seeing calamari on a menu always brings back good memories and a laugh.
At this point, getting her to try a bite of octopus would take an act of God. I imagine she would sit on the same side of the table as the ferret if we were to all go to dinner.