I also, used to hate the bittering nature of hops. This was before I started brewing. I couldn't choke down an IPA if I wanted to. I think the turning point for me was when I was making my first beer, I got to hold the hops, and smell them. Then when I added them to the boil, the beautiful aroma of hops and malt filled the room and surrounded me with warmth and love.
I don't know if it was a spiritual experience, or what. But since that day, I crave hoppier and hoppier beers, as well as maltier and maltier beers. I'll jump from a malty, sweet Marzen, to the hoppy goodness of an IPA, then finish it all off with an RIS or IIPA. I think getting your hands in the wort (NOT LITERALLY) is really what opened up my tastes.
I don't know if it was a spiritual experience, or what. But since that day, I crave hoppier and hoppier beers, as well as maltier and maltier beers. I'll jump from a malty, sweet Marzen, to the hoppy goodness of an IPA, then finish it all off with an RIS or IIPA. I think getting your hands in the wort (NOT LITERALLY) is really what opened up my tastes.