My former fiancée’s family smoked like chimneys. She’d come back to me from Chicago and would just reek despite her not smoking. It’s a turn-off for me.
Oh, I agree. It’s gross.
BUT, at this point, if I >had< to pick between:
Moby, the 400 lb. sled dog who has blue hair, tats and a nose ring
or
A good looking chick that puffs?
I’ll take the puffing. There’s really no decision to make in that scenario.