One year for her birthday, though, I agreed to go to a proper seafood place. We drove nearly an hour, had to wait a bit, and as we were sitting there, I could smell that seafood smell, and I was getting more and more nauseated by the minute.
She finally looked at me and said, "Geez, you look like you're gonna puke!" - which I acknowledged was a very true statement.
We ended up going to a steakhouse around the corner, so she was able to get some (substandard) lobster, but it wasn't the same as a place that gets it flown in every day or whatever.
I can't even stand to smell the ocean, it just reeks.