The Term is Lobestourosphobia*
"Do you like sea food?" Niles asks Jasmine, realizing that he had no clue.
"I love it."
"Can I pick you up tomorrow at five?"
"Sure, I'll be ready."
He stops in front of her house at five sharp, "You look lovely Jasmine."
"Thanks." Today she wore a red dress that sparkled. Even so, he was quite partial to the black one she wore on their first date.
He knew there was something she wasn't telling him, as soon as she saw the lobsters in their tank. He told her she could pick hers and she just stopped dead.
"Jasmine?"
"Yes?"
"What's wrong?"
"Lobster fear..." She mumbled, embarrassed.
"Why didn't you just tell me? How many times have I told you, you can be as neurotic as you want with me? Your eccentricities make you all the cuter. So, you're afraid of lobsters? Oh well, we won't eat them."
Niles asked if they could be given a booth from which the tank couldn't be seen.
She wondered what she had done to deserve him.
The rest of the dinner went by without incident. They both ordered tilapia. Something Niles had never tried, but was Jasmine's favourite; so he decided to try it.
He was trying much harder to be more open to more casual tastes. She said he didn't have to change for her. He was going to do it anyway. Just last week, he had tried her home made chili, which was actually delightful.
He dropped her off at her door, and kissed her goodnight. They laughed, because the other tasted like fish.
