{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"HappyCow","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.happycow.net\/blog","author_name":"earthwriter","author_url":"https:\/\/www.happycow.net\/blog\/author\/earthwriter\/","title":"The Date That Made Me Vegan - HappyCow","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"RYG9ONgQ8i\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.happycow.net\/blog\/the-date-that-made-me-vegan\/\">The Date That Made Me Vegan<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.happycow.net\/blog\/the-date-that-made-me-vegan\/embed\/#?secret=RYG9ONgQ8i\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;The Date That Made Me Vegan&#8221; &#8212; HappyCow\" data-secret=\"RYG9ONgQ8i\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/www.happycow.net\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/Vegetarian_Dating.jpg","thumbnail_width":494,"thumbnail_height":341,"description":"When I began dating my husband 20 years ago, we had a big challenge between us. Although he wasn&#8217;t vegetarian yet, he had abstained from eating red meat for years and I was very carnivorous. Initially, I didn&#8217;t think it would be a problem, but after a few dates, it became an obvious problem. One night, we went out for dinner to a burger\/coffee shop. He ordered a salad and fries. I ordered a greasy burger with everything on it. Needless to say, he felt very uncomfortable and very repulsed. Although he didn&#8217;t say anything at first, I could tell from his body language and facial expressions that he was anything but happy. Being the mainstream person I was, I was fairly dense, so I didn&#8217;t grab a clue. He was very gentle, but firm and emotional in the way he expressed his disdain for my eating habits. After several bites and somewhat enjoying my meal, somehow, I no longer had an appetite for what I was eating. In fact, for the first time in my life, I was repulsed by it. Growing up with a meat and potatoes\/fast food\/convenience food type mentality, I was suddenly very confused and I [&hellip;]"}