Oh, that's right---I hate Watermelon

I don't like watermelon. The taste, the texture, the smell, the seeds, how it drips down your chin when you eat it and makes your chin itch....yeah I don't like it, not even the artificial flavor. Yet every summer the lure of the children running around at the county fairgrounds with huge slices of watermelon in their hands and smiles on their faces makes me stand in line to get a piece for myself. The scenario is always the same, as I stare at my slice of melon I vaguely remember my dislike for this particular fruit, "But that was last summer," I say to myself, "This is a different fair so it must be a different batch of watermelon, everyone else is enjoying it so much it can't be that bad right?" WRONG, even on the first bite my taste buds remind me how much I hate it. As the juice runs down my chin onto my shirt and seeds fill up my mouth I curse myself for falling for the pink fruit once again and vow that next time I will be smarter. But here I sit, cursing myself because I have fallen once again for watermelon. I was positive this time was different, that watermelon wanted me back, wanted something more than just a summer fling. Everyone even encouraged me this time to try watermelon again, assuring me that they could see it working out, almost that we were made fore each other. So I risked it one more time, hoping, even praying that we could see it through. but watermelon rejected me, left me standing at the front of the line waiting for my slice of happiness but there was none to be found. My hopeless quest to like watermelon is finally over, I am done trying to confuse my senses into liking something that never works out. Although the journey was sometimes great, the watermelon ripe and seedless, in the end it was still watermelon and I still don't like it.