It was after 3 a.m. when I felt a tap on my shoulder last night. I heard voice of Chelsea Handler before I opened my eyes, but suspected she was probably not in my living room. After opening one eye I saw the blurry outline of Nat standing above me. Without my contact lenses I could just barely make out a small red light shining near his face and the sound of an inhale.
"You can't smell me!" he said proudly. With that, he leaned down and gave me a ...serious-style kiss.
While I'm not one to turn down kisses from Nat ever, Monday night, I purchased him the Smokeless Cigarette. http://www.smokingeverywhere.com/ Even though he had happily inhaled nicotine mere seconds before our kiss, I tasted nothing. We're four days going smokeless and so far so good. I won't mention the amusing bubbly sound it makes when he inhales the nicotine vapor.