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I promised myself long ago that I would never go out with any girl who smoked. Smoking was an automatic TKO. So a part of me was relieved when she told me that she smoked, and she told me why as well. I filed it in the back of my brain along with the rest of the other stuff I keep back there, lost but not completely forgotten. I would continue to use it as a reminder why I should never even consider the possibility even though I probably could live with it.
It was just another excuse not to try.
I was not really expecting to see her today. I had started getting used to not seeing her actually. But we talked again. We went hunting for a vending machine. She dared me to drop my used wrapper in someones boot. She told me that she quit.
I am running out of excuses.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007 at 05:24:08 (UTC)
Dude! What have you got against women who smoke? Have you ever kissed one? It's like kissing an olive!
Laz
Wednesday, May 02, 2007 at 03:19:05 (UTC)
Well, no. Maybe if I got past the smell..
QYV
Friday, May 04, 2007 at 00:23:43 (UTC)
1) The smell.
2) The smell gets on you and all your stuff.
3) The tension from either you putting up with it or she going outside to smoke.
4) Two words: Fire hazard.
5) And finally...one of the toughest parts of the marriage vow is "in sickness and in health". Odds are very good she'll get (quite) sick before you do.
---HKL (Rabid non-smoker)
Grinning Reaper
Tuesday, May 08, 2007 at 20:22:04 (UTC)
Laz, you clearly buy crappy olives. ;-)
llamariffic