I love cheese SOOOO much - always have! - cheddar, monterey jack, fresh mozzarella, smoked gouda, you name it. And then at age 19, I was diagnosed as lactose intolerant.
I've been able to build up a bit of a tolerance over the years by "saving up" the bit of dairy that I can eat before my stomach rebels and splashing out on a bit of cheese every now and then, but it's just not the same. :\\\'(
(Funny story: during my sophomore year of college, my ex spent three or four nights a week at my apartment, and every night that he stayed over, I'd wake up in the middle of the night violently sick to my stomach. At first it seemed like a coincidence - I was fine other nights - but then it got to where I was almost convinced that I had developed some sort of allergy to my boyfriend! Once I finally saw a doctor and he asked about variations in my diet, it hit me - practically every night that B stayed over, we'd make dinner together (often homemade mac and cheese, or mashed potatoes with lots of milk and butter, etc) and we'd each wash down the meal with a couple of glasses of ice-cold milk. No wonder I was sick every time he stayed over!)
