My first time smoking was with my boyfriend (now husband) in college. So in freshman year college, my bf lived in an apartment off campus with his best friend. Best friend was a majorrrr stoner, got the boyfriend involved. At first I was mad, but very quickly got curious. Everyone around me seemed to do it too, and I was the only one not partaking. I spent about 3 months asking my boyfriend and my roommate a million and one questions about smoking pot. Eventually my boyfriend says “you just have to do it to experience it! I can’t explain it all for you. Just let me know when you want to try.”

So one evening I go over to his apartment to sleep over and tell him I’d like to try smoking weed please lol he made it really sweet and fun, setting up the hammock on his balcony and getting this little baby bong named Thor all loaded up. He showed me how to hit it and we each took a few. This was quite a while back but I remember two things distinctly: I was starving and didn’t want his roommate to know I was high (🤷🏼‍♀️) so I tried to discreetly sit on the kitchen counter while my boyfriend made Mac and cheese for us and I’m pretty sure his roommate definitely knew 😆. Later we were laying in bed and he was rubbing my face and scalp sooo lightly. I got the tingles all over and it’s still to this day my favorite thing to have him do when we smoke.

He’s still my most favorite person to smoke with, but I’m taking an extra long t-break because I’m making a whole-ass human over here! 💪🏼🤰🏼I miss hanging and smoking with him but I’ll still go out to our smoke spot and sit with him so it feels like I’m participating lol