I’m afraid, so far, I have been very unlucky in love.
It’s not that I’m not pretty or that I don’t have a good personality – not to blow my own horn or anything, but it’s mainly because I have this…phobia, and it’s kind of a weird one.

My last boyfriend didn’t know until I freaked out when we went camping and there was a fire and sticks and…they were there. Right there, next to our food. In this red packet. And I couldn’t do it. I screamed and he yelled and that was the end of that.

My friends also think I’m very strange sometimes. I refuse to go into a room that has had S’mores eaten in it or near it and the name Rocky Road makes me cringe and shudder.

I do know why they freak me out though. I was very young and my mother was making this…biscuit with them in it and she dropped the bowl…and it was hot and they were in my hair and on my clothes and it took hours to get out. I still have nightmares about it.

It’s called Althaiophobia – a fear of…well, it’s a little embarassing…marshmallows.