Anything you have to acquire a taste for was not meant to be eaten.
Cold steel was not meant to be an after-dinner dessert!
Well I talk a little about that, but I don't admit that from the beginning I knew we were not meant to be together.
I am never at picnics. The ground was not meant to be sat upon in its raw state, I feel sure, and I prefer my food without either caterpillars or drafts!