So there I was, in search of someone who actually smokes so I could borrow a light. I passed through several mall entrances desperately trying to find someone who had a lighter. I was just about ready to give up when I finally saw two women smoking at the far end of the mall entrance. They're like the typical cool ladies (in their early twenties) one usually meets in straight bars. I think they are American. Since I was really desperate, I casually approached them, smiled and in my friendliest manner asked err begged for a light.
"Hi, would you mind if I borrow your light?"
Both of them looked at me. I swear I felt like I was being rated from head to head to foot. One of them opened her bag and handed me a lighter.
"Here... you can have it."
I felt embarrassed.
"Pu&^(&*^*^&%* to, tingin mo sa kin, poor?", I muttered.
I took quick flick and lit my cigarette. I puffed and handed her back the lighter.
"Thanks...", I said in my nicest tone with matching flirty smile.
The woman smiled back.
"No, you can have it.", she insisted."Oh oh-kay..., thanks again. See you around.", I said as I turned around and smoked by the other end of the entrance.
I saw them giggling and I did not really care - I was after all smoking my most treasured stick. Before they entered the mall, they waved goodbye. I acknowledged their gesture with a smile. And then they were gone.
Out of curiosity, I took out the lighter from my pocket. It was pink and on it was a sticker with her name (Janice) and her mobile number. I seriously choked on my own smoke.
And that, my friends, was how I finally decided to quit smoking.
Blogger's Note: The next time I do my groceries, I will buy dozens of lighters and stick my name and number on them too. I am impressed, really impressed.
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Now, you just gave me an idea. Makabili nga ng dose-dosenang lighters mamaya at papa-engrave ko pa name at number ko. Hehehe.
http://aikcomo.blogpsot.com says well that was a really nice compliment you got there even with the straight species they find you hot. mike, not a bad idea but i'll stick with stickers on a lighter though.
nice. nice idea. galing!
love this post!
Awww..this is gonna be the standard of all pick up strategies.
That's the oldest pickup trick in the whole wide smoking world! Not the lighter with the name and mobile number. That's extreme.
But the nakakasindi pero checking you out pala or nagpapa-check me out.
It never works for me, because I'd never look like a guy who would step into footwear without a lighter. Hindi pa gayak at di pa nga tapos magpunas, magsusuot pa lang ng tsinelas pagkalabas ng banyo, lighter na agad ang hanap.
And it never works on me because I look like I'd mutilate you if you even dared try borrow mine. Yosi time is my autistic moment. Please don't disturb me unless you're invited to enter the envelope of my temporary five-minute world (yes that's how long it takes for me to finish a stick).
Smoking, for me, is an intensely personal activity. A cigarette, for me, is not an accessory that should match my outfit or the moment. I don't smoke because I feel the need to insert a cylinder into my mouth, or because I have nothing better to do with my hands. I smoke because... because... See? I don't really know.
All I know is that it's bad for your health and beauty, and you'll be looking forty going thirty. All I know is that it's supposed to make your skin dull from Vitamin C depletion. I know nothing, see? All I know is that I really don't care.
This, of course, is subject to momentary lapses of caring, like, when I'm sick and have four kilos of phlegm squatting in my respiratory system. Notoriously difficult to eject and they keep coming back. But these lapses are merely momentary and never prolonged, TYG.
okay.. was that a pick-up shit or something? omg. that was genius. better buy my own box of lighter soon :D
The sexuality in the way gets affected is because of the effects on the body organs.
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