So, for something completely different:
My new bf smokes cigars occasionally. He is very respectful of people’s preferences – in or out doors, not at all, whatever. He’ll accommodate who he’s with.
Even though I know smoking is unhealthy and stinky to some, I can’t help that, having grown up with grandparents who smoked, when I smell it, it’s comforting to me. I don’t make any big deal about people who want to smoke in my house, especially cigars. That would definitely be different if I had kids at home, but, he let me take a puff once. I kind of liked it.
Then he bought me a coffee infused cigar. I used to describe coffee as one of my “vices.” Coffee, wine, gin, Diet Coke. He said those are not “vices,” those are “beverages.” Bravo. I need to take a spin class, and I don’t mean bicycling. It’s all in how something is put, or presented, isn’t it?
That coffee infused cigar was sweet on the outside and
FUCKING DELICIOUS. AMAZING. I LOVED IT!
I want to do it again. I was a little queasy the next day, but it was worth it.
It really doesn’t fit the “good girl” image I think is (mostly) accurate, but I’ll take that class on spin, and make it so there will be no way around it: a woman’s gotta smoke a cigar once in a while.