Mom Smoking in the Car

My mom smoked in the car when I was a kid. Smoked by the pool. I still remember the awful burning acidic smell of cigarettes next to the pool. Eventually she quit.

I will not date a smoker. She could be the perfect woman for me otherwise — cute, sense of humor, gets along with my parents, puts up with my insanity — but if she lights up a cigarette, so long. This is why.