Thanks! He loves fish, but I can't stand the smell of it, much less the taste.

If I'm eating dinner at someones house and that's all they offer, I'll eat it. But thats about it. I think it has something to do with my uncle chasing me around with fish guts and eyeballs when I was a kid...traumatized me for life.
I don't eat eggs cooked on their own either. (Don't mind them mixed in a cake or something...just not on their own) More traumatic childhood experiences: My high school biology teacher made us dissect a partially incubated egg. They were suppose to already not be alive when we got them, but mine was. My teacher just came over a poured some saline all over it and that was the end of that. :\\\'(