I am one of those girls who can’t stand the smell of smoke. And I hate everyone and anyone who smokes. But it’s often said that if you detest something too much, it somehow gets to you. And so it did. I met him for the first time at the annual college function in 2012. Our first meeting was nothing special, in fact quite bitter, since he scolded me for coming late for the meeting. He was reeking of smoke and I didn’t want to make any conversation with him whatsoever.
I knew him from before, and I’d seen him around here and there, smoking in corners no one knew about. He was one year senior to me in college and also happened to be the senior coordinator. But anyhow, that was just one incident. We soon got to planning the fest and worked together in a few areas as well.
During that time I got to know how truly talented and sweet he was. He was a really great singer, intelligent and street smart too. Our choices were similar, even our thoughts. He appreciated my work and got to know me better. As the days passed and as we worked together closely, I started finding him cute and developed a small crush on him too. I knew he liked me as well because he would only talk to me for any sort of work. He would always take me in his team whenever we were working as a pair or in a group, and arranged things together as well. I was really liking it. I was the college anchor and he was a solo singer in the event. The function went well, he performed well and everything went as per plan. Later that night, he sent me a friend request on Facebook, and I accepted it in no time. We chatted the entire night and I was loving every bit of the conversation. Just overnight we were flirting with each other, and it was pretty clear that we liked each other quite a bit.
A couple of days on, we’d shared a lot about each other, and that’s when he told me that it’s his new year resolution to leave smoking. All this while we’d been friends, the only thing I couldn’t stand was his smoking, and he knew this. But listening to him say this made me feel so much better.
A week later, he asked me out and I said a conditional yes. I told him that I really liked him, but I would never date a guy who smokes. So he asked me to wait for six months and give him that much time to get over the habit. So we started dating in May 2013 and we are still together. He asked me to take a shot with him and without any doubt I can say it was the best leap of faith I have ever taken in my life. He has not smoked a single cigarette since then and as much I trust him, he doesn't lie to me. I am so glad that my love won over his habit of smoking, and he quit smoking for me.