I tried smoking about 2 years ago and I have two words for that venture: epic. fail. I was with 2 girlfriends and we were - on a porch. They pulled out their cigarettes as social smokers sometimes do when there's a porch and wine involved. I asked for one. It was a Marlboro Light, ah, I was 18 again. It hit me hard, I was buzzed in 2 puffs. The first cigarette went down quick and I laughed at the nostalgia of it all. I went for a second one, took one long drag... and threw up.
So that was that. And while I'm pretty sure that I will never be a social smoker/dabbler again, there will be times when I still miss it. Until then, I am forced to tote a book or laptop with me when perched on my porch with my wine or coffee so as not to appear lost in thought, inebriated, or stalkerish. I may not know what book is in hand and my laptop may not even be on, but I will have them none the less.
Cau for now.