Smokey Romance (Should smoking be banned in public places?)

Member Name: Zmugzy

Product:	Should smoking be banned in public places?
Date:	02/03/07 (365 review reads)
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Advantages: Sweet Kisses

Disadvantages: Stale snogs on the dance floor

Many a night have I staggered home after a night on the ale: crumpled shirt, untidy hair, booze stained leather shoes, shivering without my coat because I couldn't find my cloak room ticket and not a taxi in sight. Finally arriving home; dehydrated, dishevelled, glazed pinkish eyes looking back at me in a cracked mirror, limbs slightly shaking... as if that wasn't enough all I can smell rising from my damp sweaty clothing is the stinking stale aroma of cigarette smoke.

There's nothing worse than waking up in the morning after a long night out and smelling the stench of stale tobacco on you're beloved's once sweet breath, but with me and Shirley it didn't get that far. I remember that last dance with Shirley in the Pink Parrot. She'd been giving me the seductive eye all night, the clock was ticking towards closing time and I knew I had to make a move soon. I casually crossed the dance floor like a 'Paul Newman in 'The Hustler'' kind of way. She was beautiful with an exotic air. Golden jewels set off her dark complexion and the outline of her curvaceous limbs was partly visible beneath her clothing. The fag hanging out the corner of her 'full' lips didn't dissuade me from asking her to dance and my heart surely skipped a beat when she accepted my offer for the last 'slowy' of the night. The last song was Lady in Red by Crisp de Burger... even that didn't put me off (just as well Shirley was wearing white). So we embraced warmly, our cheeks touching, intoxicated by her perfumed skin I squeezed her body tightly against mine and slid my hand down her spine (but not too far). Wild thoughts galloped through my imagination of the wondrous night that we were about to explore together. And then we kissed and I shall never forget it; that sensation, nerves tingling up my spine, the hair on the back of my neck on standing on end - it felt like I was sticking my tongue into a cold wet ash tray and giving it a good stir. After the dance Shirley offered me a fag but I politely declined in a Graham Norton kind of way and quickly made my escape via the bathroom after swilling my mouth out. In the end I blamed it all on Crisp de Burger.

So the moral of this tale is: if smoking had been banned in public places (or at least in the Pink Parrot), me and Shirley might still be together. Maybe it's all about those first impressions. You could say I made a judgement based on first appearances or should I say on first taste and that was wrong I know. But do we really need such smoke filled cancer parlours?

Hey baby have you got a light? No, I haven't... it just isn't sexy anymore. We don't need that horrible smell clinging to our clothes, nor the smoke in our eyes and in our lungs. But what about people who want to smoke? Don't they have rights? Not if it infringes on other people's health and quality of life in confined spaces. Send them outside. Let them shiver in the cold. I don't care if your name is Shirley, put that fag out!

Summary: Smoke Gets in my Eyes