*Disclaimer: I do not/never have smoked nor do I think it is a healthy or attractive habit in the long run*
You have to give the cigarette companies kudos for their adaptability.
Despite mounting lawsuits, decreasing market volume in North America and the entire earth waking up to the fact that injecting tar into your lungs may have long term side effects... they've never done better. I'm not talking about some snazzy new marketing campaign with the camel or the malboro man (I live in a country where tobacco advertising is virtually non-existent) or record earnings, but a brief encounter last night.
Friends and I decided to go out one weekend and ended up at a rather posh lounge. Up high in the financial district you could see the entire downtown skyline-and for $17 a martini-you were paying for it too.
We were catching up with usual college and job, etc. The topic turned quickly to female conquests, with one person talking about his follies with a nice brunette and his blackberry compulsiveness.
There she was.
On the balcony sipping what was probably a cosmopolitan, she was with 3 of her friends. With one of her girlfriends and two gay friends who probably worked in the consulting industry, she definitely stood out. She also had a clove cigarette dangling from her hand in a slinky black dress.
"Dolce? Must be from their new collec-"
"Actually, Valentino."
"Amazing, I'll assume neither of those guys are your sugar daddy's, so what's your story?"
*Insert not-as-witty-banter-here*
We exchanged numbers, even though I will never see her again. Throughout the conversation, I could not get over the feeling of arousal the first moment I gazed at her. Wearing a dress that costs more than most people's monthly salary and not even 23, and slowly destroying herself without a care in the world. Would she have been as attractive without the cloves? Hard to say.
They say marketing is about manufacturing a want and transforming it into a need. I didn't need a cigarette, but I wanted her.
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