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i tried to post here before, but it didn't work, so i'm trying again. i don't understand you guys - how can you be turned on by girls who smoke? in my view they are the most repulsive things in the world. i dated one last year, who smoked 3 packs of full tar superkings a day, and she was 32. she'd been smoking since she was 15. she stank out my apartment, and she stank herself. she'd get home from her desk job (where she was allowed to chain-smoke) and she would be coughing from climbing the stairs. she would walk in reeking of fags and then want to snog me. her breath tasted like a full ashtray and she breathed all over me while we kissed. her suit smelt like a fag-factory too. then she would strip off into just her pants and bra, and i would have to look at her 4 or 5 rolls of fat which were there because she smoked all day and hadn't excersised since she left school. she would then want to kiss again - she must have thought bad breath turned me on! then we would be watching tv in the evening at around 8, and her cough would start. i would be trying to watch tv, and there she would be, bending over and choking on her own poison, and trying to get me to help her by rubbing her disgusting chest, despite the fact that i told her constantly to quit smoking, and she had just pathetically replied "oh i can't, its too hard, i'm too addicted, i love smoking, i'm still young blah blah" then she would chain-smoke for the rest of the evening and also in bed, after she washed her teeth. then when we lay down she would turn to face me, so she breathed her sick disgusting tar-breath all over me all night. at about 3 in the morning she would wake up and wake me up to have a fag and a cough, and then in the mornings she would cough like someone with a terminal chest disease - she almost cried with the pain and tried to get me to rub her chest - she even coughed over me one time, and i had to sit there, feeling sick at the smell of her breath and the sight of her fat rolls bouncing up and down. she would never come and play sports with me, because she said she wasn't fit enough and she would get chest pains and wouldn't be able to smoke, and she wouldn't be able to run for more than five mins. she thought she was cool back then smoking and getting fat - who cares, she's young? but when she's forty and clutching her chest in the midst of a heart attack - how will she feel then? i'm sure she'll be very happy, and i'm sure she'll light a fag and have a jolly fun cough!
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