I hate smokers. I hate what a disgusting, dirty and nasty habit it is. I hate how smokers think they have the right to blow their cancer-ridden smoke into my face. I hate how smokers think the whole world has to stop because they have to have a cigarette.
As you can tell, I hate smokers. I just can’t comprehend why anyone would pay hundreds of dollars a month to kill themselves.
How many more dinners and movies have to be interrupted by the need to rush outside and smoke? Furthermore, who likes kissing an ashtray? Yes, I have reached the point in my dating life where non-smoking is a prerequisite. All I ask for is a nice non-smoker – and a car and a weekend house would be nice, too. Any takers?