I am going to be frank for a second. I don't like cheese. There, I said
it. Right now you're saying "What?!!!!" and that's been the normal
response, until I talked to this one guy. His response has been the best so
far. Here's the dialogue we had:
Guy: You don't like cheese? What?!!
Me: I just don't like it.
Guy: You don't put cheese on a sandwich?
Me: Nope. Turkey with Ketchup. (Hey we all have our problems!) I
suppose now you'll ask what I do about pizza.
Guy: You don't eat pizza?
Guy: Oh, but does it taste good? (Guy thinks I eat it with cheese on
Me: Yeah I get it without cheese.
Guy: What? No single place will ever make you a no cheese pizza. (Ok
you're an idiot)
Idiot: I have never seen that. Have you told your parents about this?
Me: No, I'm looking for the right way to come out of the closet about
cheese. (Alright you are officially a moron) They are actually very supportive.
I’m pretty sure its hereditary.
Moron: I can’t talk to you anymore. It’s too weird.
Me: Don't worry; the feeling is mutual.
I'm Gouda be Brie for a second. I don't like cheese. I'm not a
Muenster. Don't sit there and try to Teleme that if I try it I'll like it. You
can say what Chimay, I won't try it.
Don't call me unAmerican, just leave me Provolone about it. I Livno lies
and I refuse to change. (I'm going to stop; This is starting to sound cheesy.)