Generally Speaking my philosophy about smoking is that it is absolutely disgusting, cigarettes are nasty cancer sticks waiting to kill anyone stuipd enough to smoke them and cigars and pipes really arn;t that much better. However some how, for some reason, I have become a cigar smoker.
It all started out innocently enough. Every Thursday the men from my department get together and smoke cigars. It is their way of celebrating "Man Love Thursday". Generally, I would not be allowed at this party as I am a woman, but ocassionally they let one of us join in for comic relief. So on one of these days that they so kindly allowed me to say one of my co-workers showed up with a strawberry cigar to smoke. I got to smell it, and boy did it smell good! Once it was lit I had to give it a try, and I was suprised by the sweet taste it left in my mouth. That night I ended up pretty much smoking that whole cigar by myself as the co-worker who brought it left the party and never came back. And that was the begining of my cigar smoking.
After my first time I figured that I wouldn't mind smoking the flavored cigars as they were light and didn't leave me feeling sick in the morning. Also, it just so happens that the head dudes of our department all took part in this cigar smoking, so I figured it couldn't hurt to get in good with them...you never know when they might be of some assistance in the future!
But, that is not where the cigar smoking ended, several of my friends enjoy smoking cigars and one decided that he was going to smoke a cigar every night of the last month he was in country, well for him this turned into some where between one and three cigars a night, for me it was just one, but still...its alot of smoking. Atleast the company is good! Once he leaves I will probably be back to the one night a week "Man Love Thursday" cigar party with the boys.
Above is a picture of me squished between two of my favorite seamen on a cigar/pipe night. I think they want to be like Popeye!
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