dating brussel sprouts

Dating is much like a restaurant everybody (everybody=married people) has been raving about. Not only are they raving about the restaurant, they're insisting that YOU SIMPLY MUST TRY the creme brulee. So, you, being a fan of creme brulee, head to the restaurant. The service is so-so, you place your dessert order:
"I'll have the creme brulee."
"Excellent choice," says the waiter.
You wait patiently, mouth watering, for this delicacy. The people at the other tables are enjoying the rich flavor and you can hardly wait. Your waiter comes with your plate, you look down, and what do you find?
Brussel Sprouts!
Puke green, slimy brussel sprouts! And you HATE brussels sprouts. So your friends (the same "everybody" I referred to earlier) tell you:
"You just have to go back. Eventually the waiter brings you creme brulee and it is soooo worth it!"
So you return again and again, always ordering creme brulee, always receiving brussels sprouts. You waste your money. You waste your time. And to make matters worse, you find out that going to this particular restaurant in hopes of creme brulee is a COMMANDMENT!

Usually I like brussel sprouts... perhaps this is the problem....??

PS I totally stole this post from my friend, Andrea!