I used to hate olives, along with a lot of other things. Peppers. Beans. Blue cheese. And I used to tell everyone about how much I disliked stuff.
But then I grew up. You don't have to eat olives if you don't want. But if you restrict your life to your little pre-approved list of acceptable foods, you're missing out.
Life is short. Way too short. You don't want to discover how delicious a dirty martini with blue cheese olives is when you're old.
Is the Italian place a lamp store?