I don’t understand. What do you mean by that statement?
“I just don’t like papayas.”
That makes no sense to me. How can someone not like papayas? You must be eating them out of season.
“No. I’ve had them during different times of the year. Even in different countries. I just don’t like them. I think it’s the texture I don’t like.”
The texture? You don’t like the delicious papaya because of the texture? What is the texture?
“It’s stringy. And they have those sticky, black, round seeds in them. I don’t like the way they look.”
Stringy. Sticky, black, round seeds. Because of this you don’t like the delicious papaya?
“Why are you making such a big deal about this?
“What do you mean she didn’t like papayas?”
She said she didn’t like the texture. The seeds were black and sticky.
“The texture? What does that even mean? Why does she care about the seeds? You don’t eat the seeds! The seeds don’t matter! You scoop out the seeds.”
That’s what I tried telling her, but she said something about not liking to eat something that touches sticky, black seeds.
“But the papaya is delicious! Maybe she’s had it during the wrong times of the year?”
Yeah, no. She just didn’t like the papaya. I tried to cover all angles.
“So what happened?”
I’m not sure I can be with someone who doesn’t like the delicious papaya. I could not even have a conversation after that. I started wondering that maybe she didn’t like the delicious mango or the tamarind. I just couldn’t do it.
What about it?
“She probably doesn’t like them either. They have seeds inside. Coconut. No seeds, but she probably doesn’t like the texture of the coconut meat either.”
I hadn’t thought about the coconut. I love coconut.
“Who doesn’t? She probably doesn’t! This whole conversation just put me in a bad mood. I’m going home. I never want to meet her.”
Miguel will never actually meet this one. I will likely never see her again, but she was nice. That is, if you like the papaya hating type.