Syrup smoke and simple smiles

It felt illegal. Maybe it should be? I brought my ID, but it wasn't necessary. Seems funny. I am carded for movies, but not buying cigarrettes. Before you wonder, why is she buying those?! I'll explain. I have a friend; he is my one friend who smokes. He was having a bad day, broke, and needed to smoke. I had money, a car, and I am over 18. So, I purchased the cancer sticks for him. Though, I told him I disapproved, but he would have found them one way or another.

I brought them to him. He instantly lit up. His muscles released the tight hold they had on his shoulders and his eyes went from angry lizard slits to open, friendly almonds. It was interesting to watch the transformation. He smoked three in a row and then inhaled the night air, to clear his lungs of the horrid smoke and to release the leftover tension into the sky. There is more than enough room in the sky.

I joined a dating site for Big, Beautiful Women because I am big, and I know I should think I'm beautiful, and I am a woman. So, put three and three together and I joined. I am not sure why I did it. I'm not looking for anything. I have so many other things going on in life that a man can only be a distraction. I'm not even over Andrew. Beautiful, sexy, Andrew. I think of him and know I should think poorly of him, at least in some ways. But I never seem to get there. I see his smile in my mind and I swoon again. I feel his hands on my back and I am melting into his flesh. His cocoa skin is turning my pale skin into an iced latte right now. Those memories are cold.

I am going on a trip in November. :) I am so excited. And this weekend, I am going to my hometown to watch an old friend marry, marry a kind of man she always said she didn't want. Funny how that happens.