Pot partner dating
As soon as the door shut, he asked if I minded if he got high.
I got in the habit of texting “Are you a solid or a liquid?
The darkness peaked when he got his hands on some particularly doomy weed. To take a line from Lorraine Bracco: I got to admit the truth. Last Halloween was a low: we bought weed from a middle-aged pregnant lady in an Olive Garden parking lot.
After he smoked it, we were driving around and passed the county cemetery. I just thought, “This is not the life I want for myself.” In high school, there was this guy named Carl.
” before I headed over, just to know what I was expecting. I’m strawberry soymilk”), I’d know she was really baked.
A blind date once asked me to meet him near his office.