During my senior year of high school, the pizza place where I worked often asked me if I would be interested/willing to fill in at other stores, in order to help them out, and get some extra hours. One time I agreed to work at a store in the neighboring town. While working there that day, there was a very cute girl (EO) who was working with me. We immediately struck up a flirtation, and it was obvious that we liked each other. Again, it seemed that I could only manage to hook up with girls from other towns. Not sure why that was. The only girls I actually "dated" in high school were AH, from a neighboring town, whom I'd met through a friend (a non-smoker) and TK, from another neighboring town, whom I met at a track-meet (also a non-smoker). TK was the first girl that I was probably supposed to have slept with, but I was so stupid and naive, that I missed whatever opportunity there had been, this during my junior year of high school, and she promptly blew me off, no doubt for being a guy who "just didn't get it".
Anyway, EO and I were having a great time. And when she got off work, she sat down in the lobby and lit a cigarette. And suddenly, I became very interested in her. She was probably 16 or 17. So, we exchanged phone numbers, and we started talking on the phone a lot. We went on a few dates. And as soon as we started talking, one of the first things she had said to me was "I am really sorry about the smoking. I know it's disgusting, and I am totally trying to stop". Now, the "me" of today might have said something honest like "Actually, I really don't mind if you do it occasionally. I think it's kind of sexy". But the "me" of 1985 said... nothing. Thus, EO never again smoked in front of me, if at all. Not once. We probably went on half a dozen dates. She was crazy about me, and I would talk on the phone with her for hours, doing funny voices and making her laugh. We totally could have been boyfriend and girlfriend. She was certainly a great choice. But for some reason, I got bored really fast. I decided she wasn't that smart. Or wasn't that interesting. I really don't know. I am not sure it had anything to do with her not smoking. In fact, I think it probably had more to do with her not being that smart or interesting. But she was cute. And if she had smoked, there's probably a good chance I would have spent a longer amount of time figuring out that she was not smart or interesting due to being hypnotized by the fetish.
I cannot remember for sure, but I do think that I brought up the question of smoking with her several times. But the way I would do it was backwards and passive. I would ask if she had been smoking, in such a way that might have sounded as if the correct answer was "no". I think that would be a recurring pattern straight through my life. A woman would have to know me really well to know that the "correct" answer (meaning, the answer that was going to turn me on) was "yes".
So, long before graduation, EO and I parted ways, and I never heard from her again. But there was a period of time where I wondered if she might have been my first love, if I'd given her half a chance. After her, there was one other girl I dated briefly, who was an occasional smoker (also from the pizza place). Her story is another deal altogether, but it has nothing to do with smoking so I won't tell the story here, other than to say (just to tease you) that the story contains the following features: proms, older boyfriends, cheating, blow jobs, car accidents, and hospitals.
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