I finally read the "handwriting on the wall" yesterday and faced the a man I've dated, with whom I'm highly compatible just is never going to respond how I need him to. I'm nuts about this guy, haven't met anyone like him in ten years. After waiting and hoping and sticking my neck out, he still seems "just not that into" me.
This marks the first time I have dealt with extreme emotional pain without smoking. I want to sob; I'm 50 and alone, not getting any younger. In the past, my attitude would have been "What the hell. I can't get through this without the solace of a drag on a cigarette". But I didn't smoke yesterday or today.
Would love to hear stories about the 1st time you went through disappointment in love without a cigarette.