I am going to second what Mark Twain said. I am a watermelon addict. I worked in a restaurant that paid minimum but gave us free reign to eat from the kitchen. In summer, I probably ate more in watermelon than I earned in wages.
All waitresses nicknamed me “The Watermelon Kid”. Other workers would be eating ice cream or making milk shakes. I would go straight for the watermelon until I was saturated with liquid.
You can eat ice cream till you’re sick. No such thing with watermelon.
YOU have good taste! As a kid in East Tennessee, we would eat watermelon under the Locust trees in Pawpaw’s yard, getting liquid all over our bare legs. Paw would tell us we were about ready for a dog bath ... in his childhood the dogs were allowed to lick the sticky juice from the kids.