Once, I got to sit in a car with a girl as she smoked a cigarette.
It was several years ago now, in 2007.
There was a girl I worked with who I’d known since 2004. She was only a very occasional smoker back then. She once bought a pack of 10 cigarettes on a break and I asked her if she smoked much. She said she only smoked occasionally and she hadn’t smoked a cigarette in about a week. She lit up and then said:
“I’m not addicted but I do enjoy smoking”.
We next saw each other the following summer and she still claimed to not be addicted to smoking, despite now smoking on every break she had.
By 2006 she finally confessed to me she was addicted and couldn’t quit. She had smoked too many occasional cigarettes and addiction had well and truly set in. She would go on smoke breaks even if it was pouring down with rain.
She needed to smoke.
And I wanted to join her, despite being a non-smoker.
Finally my chance came when she asked me if I wanted to join her on a break.
I agreed in a heartbeat and we headed outside. It was raining so she invited me to sit in her car with her. As soon as she was in the car she lit up a cigarette. She said she was surprised that I didn’t mind her smoke.
I told her I didn’t mind at all, although I didn’t admit how much I was really enjoying seeing her smoke.
I even got some cheeky shots with my camera phone, never before shared.
I remember this like it was yesterday.
It’s been a while since we last saw each other and we moved away from one another. However, I’ve seen through Facebook that she is still smoking.
I’m looking forward to the day when I can experience a smoky car with a girl I can call my own as she smokes a much needed cigarette.
I wouldn’t care about the destination.
It’s the journey that would rock my world.
Postscript: I heard very recently that this girl has just quit smoking a few weeks ago…time will tell how long she keeps it up.