Why don’t good guys like girls who smoke?

My mood depends on the weather very much. So today I decided to stay at home with a cup of hot chocolate and finally tell you as I have promised about my huge smoking failure – how I’ve lost man of my dreams because of damn cigarettes habit.

I have known my ex-husband since school – days. Actually, he was my classmate. Together we went clubbing, together we tried smoking for the first time and sometimes he lent me a cigarette when I had no spending money to buy it myself.

Years passed, we grew up and even got married, but he remained a child at heart. His infantilism hasn’t disappeared. I do not regret about our divorce. When it happened, I did my best to get promotion at work and do everything for my twins.

One day I met man of my dreams. I hate this word but he was really PERFECT. At first I did not believe it but then I had to admit it. He was good guy in everything: brought up two daughters by himself, took care of his elder parents (he visited them nearly every day), daily went to gym, and of course smoking and drinking alcohol were not among his habits.

Being a good guy he gave me flowers on each date, made sweet surprises and behaved like a real gentleman. But suddenly our idyll was completely ruined. From our first date he was strongly against my smoking. He told about its harm for health, for children and for surrounding people. Even after our first kiss he slightly moved away and from his face expression I saw that he was not very happy because of the SMELL. He asked me to stop smoking and at last I promised to do it. Being not only a stupid, but also a coward person, I decided to smoke secretly. For a short time my chicken-hearted plan was successful. I always had with me chewing gum or breathe freshener.

At the end of November, when we met to discuss our decision to live together I was terribly nervous. I felt a strange feeling at the bottom of stomach; my hands were shaking and lips trembling. I wanted to smoke like never before – cigarette always make me feel more comfortable. “I’ll be back in a minute”, I mumbled and went to WC. But after so desirable cigarette I found out that I forgot my chewing gum. I did not know what to do and decided to rinse mouth with cold water.

When I came back Mr. Perfect understood everything immediately. Only months after I noticed that non-smokers feel smell of cigarettes much more than those who smoke. “So all this time you were telling lie!” he said. It was our last meeting.