Well, somewhere, someday, someone is gonna have to tell me what happened with the LGC girl deal. You have my curiosity up.
I'm honest to a fault. A little whacked-but NO Cybil. (laughing now)
I'm learning about cigars... and have enjoyed smoking them for a number of years, ...say maybe six or seven years as a real interest. But my first cigar was years ago in Atlantic City. I was invited or happened to be at a very expensive fine restaurant with a girlfriend, a wealthy male friend and a number of the male friends colleagues. We were at a sizeable round table for dinner and there were maybe eight of us. Most there were over thirty, I was eighteen and pretty shy. Anyway, at the end of the meal a cigar box was passed around by the waiter for the people in our party. The waiter stopped in front of all the men but did not ask my friend Theresa or myself if we wanted one. I will never forget how that made me feel. I will never be able to associate myself with all those militant feminists out there... but that night was the begining of my own personal revolution. And the begining of understanding how some things work. I asked the waiter if I could have a cigar. The mood was awkward for just a moment.... The men debated. One says "don't do that", another says "don't ever let anyone tell you, you can't do anything"..... and so on. I took the cigar lit it, and smoked it. I was so proud of myself for not backing out of a good idea. I don't remember what kind of cigar it was but the wrapper leave-or whatever it's called-was dark. The cigar was smooth (thank god!)and tasted good. It was a great experience.
