Posted by Mark on July 8, 2007, 11:18:21 #10--My hometown has this perfect sightings spot with a strip mall and attached gas station and a usually vacant parking lot that allows me to sit there eating my fast food from the nearby Taco Bell and visually monitor smoker traffic coming in and out of the gas station, as well as the busy street in front of it. One of my best memories from this spot came in late 2001, when the weather had turned cold in the Upper Midwest and it theoretically becomes easier to tell the smokers from the nonsmokers by who still has their windows cracked while driving. One 18-ish brunette sure punctured a hole in that theory in the most satisfying way imaginable. Parked right next to the entrance-exit of the gas station/strip mall, a black luxury car stops parallel to me waiting to turn into busy traffic. My eyes literally bulged (along with other parts of my anatomy) as I turned to see the most prim and proper high school senior-ish hottie behind the wheel of this expensive car with a freshly lit all-white in her hand. And the hottest part of this sighting was that the window wasn't even open a crack. My first thought was that she had just lit the cigarette and would eventually crack the window, but she sat there waiting to turn for close to a minute, and after watching a couple of well-performed drags and exhales, she moved the cigarette to her right hand and tapped the ash downward, almost certainly into the ashtray in her car. Here was this poised looking rich girl driving a luxury car that daddy probably bought for her....who was marinating in her own cesspool of toxic secondhand smoke. An escape hatch for the noxious fumes spewing around in such a compressed setting? Not for this nicotine beauty queen. She liked the lingering aroma of ever-present secondhand smoke just fine, thank you very much. I somehow managed to get by watching this girl for close to 90 undetected seconds before she was finally able to make her turn, with conditions in that car getting cloudier with each passing second. As I do, I look over to see a young guy and a young chickie walking from the lot towards the building. The girl looked positively astonishing in the snap glimpse I got of her, with long blonde hair running down her back and skin-tight jeans. But what really got my juices flowing was the freshly lit cigarette extending from her fingers. I quickly looped around the parking lot and found a perfect parking spot to observe as this girl sat down on the curb with a group of students, most smokers but some not. She was breathtakingly hot....about 19 years old with a bare midriff shirt and very tight pants...particularly refreshing since she was the first girl I had seen that year bearing summer attire. I watched her smoke that cigarette with gusto, passionately ingesting every succulent drag and exhaling cloudy plumes of exhaust that seemed to dominate the cloud of smoke hovering above the half dozen or so smokers hanging out near the curb. A middle-aged woman who was apparently a janitor or custodian at the school came outside and nudged the blonde beauty for a cigarette (apparently, she's the designated emergency cigarette supplier for other smokers at the college). Blondie opened up her green pack of Marlboro Light Menthols and handed one to the woman. The girl smoked the cigarette to the filter and stubbed it out on the curb. But what shocked me most came about 30 seconds later when the pack of Marlboro Light Menthols came out again, and the girl fired up another one for herself. Once again, she tilted her head skyward to release every cloudy exhale. It must have been time for class because she had to crush out the second cigarette when it was only two-thirds smoked. I really felt drawn to this girl and at that moment, would have given anything to go out with her. That obviously never happened, but I'll still have the memory of those back-to-back curbside sightings that bested any sighting I ever got at my own college.
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Counting down from my 10th favorite random and/or unplanned sighting of all-time (only pertaining to sightings that were not scored at my annual fair safaris and experiences with dates/girlfriends/romantic encounters:
#9--Until early 2005, I worked at a newspaper in a small-town in southwestern Minnesota, and on occasion, I would have to attend these agriculture forums held on the campus of the Technical College in the city of Mankato. I always managed to score a couple of sightings of hot college girls smoking in between classes on my way in and out of the campus. But one warm spring afternoon in my final weeks working at this paper in March 2005, I'm getting ready to leave campus after one of the seminars, but by pure impulse, decided to take one more loop around the north side of campus.
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