Smoker

For the life of me, I cannot fathom why people smoke. Even more so, why they smoke in the winter time! Let me stand outside in below zero temperatures and kill myself slowly. Sounds like fun!

I can't think of anything more idiotic. I always take notice of this as the temperatures drop. Today being one of those days, I took notice. People bundled up like eskimos to get their cigarette fix. People driving with their window down and their fingers hanging out into the subarctic temperatures for a little smoke.

I can't help but hope these nitwits get frostbite for being so stupid. What a turn off. I find myself wondering, if it would have been a big enough turn off, say nine years ago, when Jeff caught my eye. Seeing as he was a college athlete at the time, it was highly unlikely. On top of that I find it hard to believe that anything could turn me off from Jeff, although smoking may be the closest thing.

In fact, deciding that it was not in my best interests to like Jeff as an eighteen year old, fresh to college girl. So, to hinder my mounting feelings, I used to come up with things to try to turn myself off to him. I mean the boy did wear sweatpants everyday! So did I, how could I complain! He talked to everyone from freshmen to the old men at the gym. But, all that meant was he was likable by all walks of life. And one day, he had a piece of food stuck between his incredibly white teeth. To me, it only made them seem whiter.

You see, it would be extremely hard for anything to drive me away from Jeff. Something, many things actually, attract me beyond my own control. Smoking, I don't know. But I am sure am I glad I will never have to find out!