IRL sighting: Fast walking smoker
No, I'm not going to tell you that this pic of the gorgeous Kate Winslet inhaling in mid-stride is the subject of my in real life sighting. This picture just conjures up a memory of my favorite in real life smoking view. It was years ago in Boston on a college campus. A group of young women were walking together, as they almost always do, obviously heading for a party or some other social event. It was dusk time on campus in the early spring time, so the light was still pretty good.
The smoker in question seemed to be leading the pack, walking fast and a sstride or two ahead of her girlfriends. She was smoking, of course, but it was the way she was smoking. She smoked continuously, with only the time it took her to exhale between inhales. I remember looking at the group of girls from the side as they walked past, and kept my gaze on them until they disappeared down the hill between the dormitories.
My Smoking Walker led the way the entire time, the stream of smoke she exhaled being swept behnd her by the soft evening wind. The amount of smoke made like a white column of train smoke as she led the way. As I remember, the girls were fairly loud, a bunch of them yapping away about whatever they were going to do. My Smoking Walker didn't say anything, however, she just kept smoking and walking fast, maybe more determined than her friends to get where they were going.
Certainly, she appeared more confident and aluuring, at least to me, just because of the way she smoked and how fast she walked. I had never seen anything like it, before or since. She seemed to exhale more smoke than anyone I had ever seen. Now, this was at a time when I knew I was attracted to good looking females smoking, but I had never heard the term "smoking fetish". And, being on a campus that was more than 50% female, seeing a girl smoking was not exactly the most unusual thing. So, it might tell you how amazing it was that I watched this girl for several minutes, walking further away from me until she and her friends went over the hill and to the fun on the other side of campus.
Its funny the things you remember, isn't it? I can still see her smoking and leading the pack, and I can describe how she kept walking, dragging hard on her cigarette to create the deep orange circle of light in the gloaming, still see her titlting her head upwards to exhale, still see the smoke being swept back behind her and over the heads of her girlfriends. However, I can't say that I remember anything about how she looked. Dark hair, I'm sure, but I couldn't tell you anthing else about her. I don't even think I could have then, right after she disappeared from my line of sight . But her commanding, rapid, smoking march and the trail of smoke she left will never leave my memory.
