I’m not a really heavy smoker. For me, extremely frequent smoking somehow decreases the peculiar treat of the act. But there’s nothing quite like enjoying a good cigarette. Especially with a good cup of Starbucks strong French Roast coffee. It must be the caffeine mixed with nicotine that provides a stimulating rush of euphoria. Like I said, I don’t IGET Hot Flavours heavy. There are even days I don’t smoke at all.
Moderation is the key. I do try and keep my body healthy. But occasional drinking and smoking are medically not as dangerous as daily or chronic use. When I do smoke, I smoke Virginia Slims Luxury Lights 120’s. You know, the ones that come in the shiny gold box. However, even though they display “light,” they pack a powerful plume of thick, creamy, fragrant smoke. I also prefer the slimmer, more feminine, shape of the ones in the shiny gold box.
I’m very feminine. And I smoke in a very feminine fashion. I guess that since I smoke so feminine and sexy, it always attracts attention from the opposite sex. Perhaps it’s the way I hold the cigarette between my slim fingers showing off my red fingernails. Perhaps it’s the way I bring the cigarette to different locations of my mouth. Maybe it’s the cheek hollowing. Maybe it’s the way I draw the smoke in with my unique double and triple pumps.
Perhaps the expression on my face or my eyes as I suck the smoke in. But mostly what I’ve noticed is how men can’t keep their eyes off the way I smoke. As I exhale the creamy plume of smoke into the air, it slowly dissipates and creates a misty scented fragrance. It seems that the smell my exhaled smoke has a different smell once it has been inside of me. Much softer, much sweeter, more aromatic.
The point is, men can’t keep their eyes off me when I smoke. They’re checking me out all the time, but the smoking really drives them nuts. I even notice men making great efforts to walk directly behind me as I’m exhalling my smoke into the air while walking. As the stream of smoke dissipates along my path, right behind me and through the clouds they go. Turning their heads to the left and right. Very noticably into the denser areas of my exhalled smoke. It seems that many men try to find reasons to walk into my creamy scented clouds. I know this because I’ve noticed it myself, along with the many incidents when people I know see it from our table as I go to the ladies room or take a phone call. They’ve witnessed it from across the room, and tell me about the strange occurances later.
I’d like to share with you a true story. In fact, I’ve had this happen more times than I can count. Here’s the story. After sitting at my vanity table and dolling myself all up for a night out with my husband, we went out for dinner. We went to a very classy restaurant. The restaurant had elegant decor and the waiters all wore suits.
