Long story, but the short version is that I rent one of my apartments out short term.
There's a strictly no smoking policy. There's even the threat of a $300 fine for any infraction.

Some people left the other day. Sweet, hippie couple. Couldn't have been lovelier.
I went into the apartment after their departure and thought it smelled kinda funky. Mannish. Hippyish. Patchouli oil and sweat. But what can you expect from hippies right? Especially hippies on a romantic long weekend away.

As the smell dissipated though, it became clear that there was a strong undercurrent of cigarette smoke.
The apartment is furnished and everything smelled to high heaven. The linens, the drapes, even the rug. It was nasty.

It took two days of open windows, a bottle of febreze and copious amounts of detergent to air the bugger out.

Which brings me to dating and smoking. I smoked for a good 17 years - from aged 13 - and quit cold turkey on my 30th birthday. I missed it like someone died for the first few months, but was determined that my lungs had suffered enough abuse and it was time for them to breathe deeply again.
It probably took a good six months for my sense of smell to come back.

And see, that's the thing: smokers have no idea how bad they smell. Cos the fuckers can't smell it.
But trust me, oh smoking people, you reek to high heaven.

I hate it if I am riding in elevators and someone steps in having nipped out for a cigarette break. The smell on their clothes in that horribly confined space is just nauseating. I would hate to greet a lover, move in for a hug and smell stale smoke, much less taste it on their breath.

At this point, what with my sense of taste and smell back to tip top condition, I don't think I could date a smoker.

Could you?

 

Here are some I made earlier:
Click Addict
Profile Pictures
If I don't get laid soon
Sex standing up
Is this the best you can do?
Are you insulted?

Juicy Lips

 

 

Today, it's a Daily Un-Knob. Don't try this at home.