Last night, I met G for drinks at the Red Lounge. It was hipster night, complete with Trucker hats and all. As usual, I fit right in with my twin set and pearls. I am glad that I have strict policy against sex with ex-boyfriends, because last night I was reminded why I liked G. He suggested that I start doing drugs again, tried to get me very drunk and when I resisted, he applied the pressure to just smoke one cigarette. I have never been a serious smoker, sometimes I just like to have something to do with my mouth and hands. Besides, I am not a very good breather, so the inhaling is not very natural for me. Anyway, I caved and had just one cigarette. Today I feel like I have the flu.