When: lunch, a couple of days ago
Where: picnic table, the park, near the bike bridge at Valley River Center
Why… Does damn near every attractive woman in this town have to sport either 1) a baby, 2) a cigarette, or 3) both?
Gorgeous blonde bikes to a picnic table about 20 feet away from where I’m reading National Geographic and eating pasta with chicken, chillis, thyme, feta, savory, broccoli and mushrooms. She’s cute. A glance here, a perhaps glance back there.
She takes off her top.
She lays down a blanket, sits, rummages through her backpack, has a
snack. She makes a couple of phone calls. A few more glances may have passed between us (but it could’ve just been my wishful thinking).
I’m considering walking over and saying hello. She’s cute. She’s reading. Did I mention she’s cute? That’s a nice bikini top. And a really nice tummy. I’m such a sucker for tummies —
She lights a cigarette.
A little disappointed, I finish lunch and reading, and wander back to the office.
I don’t date smokers (as in habitually smoking cigarettes, not to be confused with the occasional cigar, cigarillo or pipe). Cigarette smoking is one of the few things I genuinely, truly, absolutely detest. It stinks, it literally is burning your money, and I’ve watched people die from smoking-related diseases. I hate cigarette smoking.
Why do people think smoking is worth their time and energy and money? Why do so many attractive women have to maintain such an ugly, smelly habit? Why?