Shock of the century

It's true. I know that surprises most of you, but it is. I don't like chocolate.

:::Collective gasp inserted here:::

I don't. Now, yes - I have eaten it before. And yes - I will eat it again. But to just sit down and chomp away at a Hershey bar - it's not going to happen. Sorry.

I know. It's odd. I've even been told I'm "un-American." But really, I'm just someone who doesn't care for it. I can eat it - I'm not allergic in any way (unless it's sugar free, then I am allergic) - I just don't care for the stuff.

White chocolate's tolerable. Dark's okay on occasion. But in order to get me to eat milk chocolate, you'll have to wrap something really wonderful inside of it. Think peanut butter, nuts and caramel or something to that effect. Then - maybe. But not often.

So there. Now you know just how odd I can be. I'm anti-chocolate. And coming from a mother who could double for a chocolate bloodhound - that's crazy. I've been reminded of that often. So judge all you want and throw your names at me. But I still won't care for the chocolate.