I hear so many people say, 'kissing a smoker is like licking an ashtray.' I don't know if I necessarily believe that. Not always, but sometimes there is something about a woman smoking that makes me more interested in her. Not that I find smoking attractive, that's not the point here. But there is something intriguing about a person that is smoking even though they know it's bad for them. Seriously, who doesn't know that those little paper sticks with a ton chemicals and the slightest bit of tobacco crammed into them, are bad for us? I'm pretty sure that most people around the world know it.
I'm not exactly sure what it is, but sometimes, especially after I have a few drinks in me, I don't mind having a cigarette of my own, or the occasional cigar. Ok again off the topic here.
I walk into a bar, or maybe you walk into a bar. I sit down and see you, or maybe you sit down and then I see you. Either way I see you. Without you doing anything, I'm attracted to you. Maybe it's the way your genes have made you look, or maybe I feel that you have class from seeing the way you dress, most likely it's just that you are showing a bit more skin than the other girls around my gazing range. I'm attracted to you just by sight. (See I'm not saying that smoking is attractive, well maybe I am, but it's more of something that adds to the intriguing attractiveness and not attractive in itself.) You reach into your pocket, purse, bag, ask a friend, ask a stranger, or ask the bartender. Anyway you end up with a cigarette in your hand. It gets lit, by you, a friend, or maybe a handsome dark gentleman that happened to be watching you just slightly more than I am. You take a drag, laugh, smile, comment, joke. Really I don't know what you're doing because I haven't approached you yet and may never. But something about you having that cigarette in your hands, seeing the smoke come out of your mouth...it makes me want to talk to you. It makes me want to kiss you. I want to taste the lingering smoke on your lips and tongue.
But I don't. Instead I sit on my stool, chair, bench, or just keep my place at the bar. Why? Who knows? Probably for a variety of reasons. My culture has told me that I should shun you. That I should seek out others who aren't tainted with the taste of those evil little cancer sticks. Someone who 'knows better than to smoke'. I'm pretty sure you know better. It says right on the package that their bad for you. Unless you're illiterate, you can probably figure out that a cigarette is not the healthiest thing for you. When I point you out to my friends the usual response is, 'Yeah she's hot, but she's smoking. Do you really want to hook up with a smoker?'
I still want to kiss you and taste the stale smoke on your lips.
I'm not exactly sure what it is, but sometimes, especially after I have a few drinks in me, I don't mind having a cigarette of my own, or the occasional cigar. Ok again off the topic here.
I walk into a bar, or maybe you walk into a bar. I sit down and see you, or maybe you sit down and then I see you. Either way I see you. Without you doing anything, I'm attracted to you. Maybe it's the way your genes have made you look, or maybe I feel that you have class from seeing the way you dress, most likely it's just that you are showing a bit more skin than the other girls around my gazing range. I'm attracted to you just by sight. (See I'm not saying that smoking is attractive, well maybe I am, but it's more of something that adds to the intriguing attractiveness and not attractive in itself.) You reach into your pocket, purse, bag, ask a friend, ask a stranger, or ask the bartender. Anyway you end up with a cigarette in your hand. It gets lit, by you, a friend, or maybe a handsome dark gentleman that happened to be watching you just slightly more than I am. You take a drag, laugh, smile, comment, joke. Really I don't know what you're doing because I haven't approached you yet and may never. But something about you having that cigarette in your hands, seeing the smoke come out of your mouth...it makes me want to talk to you. It makes me want to kiss you. I want to taste the lingering smoke on your lips and tongue.
But I don't. Instead I sit on my stool, chair, bench, or just keep my place at the bar. Why? Who knows? Probably for a variety of reasons. My culture has told me that I should shun you. That I should seek out others who aren't tainted with the taste of those evil little cancer sticks. Someone who 'knows better than to smoke'. I'm pretty sure you know better. It says right on the package that their bad for you. Unless you're illiterate, you can probably figure out that a cigarette is not the healthiest thing for you. When I point you out to my friends the usual response is, 'Yeah she's hot, but she's smoking. Do you really want to hook up with a smoker?'
I still want to kiss you and taste the stale smoke on your lips.
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