The other day an atypical article stopped my rampant flipping. Actually it was the word ‘Smirting’ that caught my fancy. Smirting- ‘flirting while smoking’ Sounds almost posh and very true, even if at a subliminal level at elaborate shindigs.
Health & safety regulations at most bars and clubs have led to the transpiring of parallel parties. Groups now form on the outside, pleasantries are exchanged as easily as the light of a match. If you’re the Alice in wonderland with an unlit cigarette or just the casual bummer the scenario almost never fails an excuse for a conversation. Could be a casual comment on the DJ’s mixing or ‘do you come her often?’
Sharing a smoke has always been an ice breaker.
As I read on further, the article mentioned something rather amusing, since the ban, clubbers have noticed that there’s no smoke any longer to mask the odors of bad breath, BO and farts between air-conditioned walls. Where as the smokers all step out into the open, amongst fresh air & gently perfumed Gautier’s.
Damn the intensifying breast cancer & health awareness roll which interferes with myths like a women looked sexy with a fag in her hand. Haute couture models pictured with never ending legs, never starting skirts, pencil heals, that’s not what made them look sexy - it’s how they held it all together between their figures and faces labelled with ‘you’ve mistaken me for someone who cares’ is what turned the heat on.
Intercourse Smirting (a fag between courses) could also be a cause for ruining your party, I read on. Well, it’s true because at any given time there will always be 4 people missing. When one stub leads to a joke, the joke leads to a third, the third results in more non smokers joining into the conversation and the fourth leads to the sixth. Before you know it the party has moved to the lawn.
Somehow I’ve noticed, a group of smokers, laughing out loud on common views and jokes appear to be having more fun, than you, watching from the other side of the glass door, especially if you don’t mind the heat
A friend once said she meets a lot of interesting people while smoking, she steps out alone but has a new acquaintance every time back in. When she feels the party is getting too smoggy for her likeness, she steps out for a quite moment, fresh air and a different smoke. It is here, she often meets randoms who maybe there for the quite moment but don’t mind exchanging a glance with a face they haven’t seen or a topic they haven’t repeatedly discussed over the last few hours.
If she chances and can bear to share moments with the same people over different breaks through the night, then by now surfing, snorkelling or snogging plans are underway.
‘Come outside and have a cigarette with me’ does sound tempting.
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