Brccoli is a bitch. I am not.

The people at my work are, in general, wildly inappropriate. A sexual harassment lawyer would have a hay-day with my office mates. They tend to keep the banter going all day and usually, one person takes the heat more than the others. This responsibility tends to rotate on an unscheduled basis. Lately the main topic of discussion has been me. Something I usually enjoy but HELLO I just had surgery and I am a bit cranky and GOD DAMN IT why in the world is it your business if I don’t like broccoli?
At first the collective made fun of me for being younger than most other people in the office but I am no fool and I just picked on them for being old. So that is pretty much a dead horse. Now they have moved on to my eating habits. I am a bit picky but I was raised well (Hi Mama!) and I am quiet about it. I usually sit at the table and eat my Lean Cuisine leaving all of the broccoli sitting in a small pile to the side. There are lots of other things I don't really care for but since I bought the food, made the food, and am the only one eating the food, I consider it my right to eat any, all, or none of it as I see fit.
My problem is that a certain individual has decided this means I am “High Maintenance” his main support for this claim is his own assertion that a man taking me on a date would have to carefully consider the restaurant he was taking me to so I could find something to order. Somehow, this really pisses me off.
First of all, I LOVE all types of food. Thai, American, Mexican, Asian Fusion, Indian, Japanese, Italian, Moroccan . . . the list goes on and on. I have never been to a restaurant in which I could not find something appetizing.
Second, I am willing to try new things. My Fiancé took me out to Sushi on one of our first dates. I had never had it before and was a bit trepidations. I tried it that night and LOVE sushi now. I just don’t see the point of eating things you already know you dislike.
Third, I am not High Maintenance. I do not have fake nails. I do not die my hair (I used to but it got to be too much work.) I spend way more money on outdoor gear than I do on shoes (I do like heals but I like Skis more.) I climb mountains and carry my own shit (my pack was 2 lbs HEAVIER than Fiancé’s on the last trip.) I do not expect marathon phone calls or mind reading or daily massages from Fiancé.
So I don’t like broccoli, f-ing sue me.