On friday night, my best buddy/very recent ex-boyfriend Dan taught me how to smoke a cigar. I’ve never smoked anything before, but i quite liked it. Dan had some expensive cigars, but I have no idea what kind they were. He smokes them only 3 or 4 times a year.
I liked it, and also was suprised to find that Dan lookd really sexy smoking his cigar 
I’ve (practically) given up smoking cigarettes, but still allow myself a cigar from time to time. Although I don’t think a cigar has to be expensive to be good, the really cheap ones pretty much suck. Which is to say you shouldn’t suck on them 
–Aunt Patty (or was it Selma?) from Matt Groening’s The Simpsons
More correctly:
A couple weekends ago, I smoked a cigarette for the first time!
I’m 22 now. That almost 5 years of going to smokey clubs and pubs, plus another 17 or so years of impressionable childhood. Yet somehow, until this month, I hadn’t so much as taken a puff. I was drinking at the time, but I’ve been drunk around smokers more times than I care to recall. I’ve been offered more cigarettes in my life than free McValue meal upgrades at McDonalds.
So I’m not sure why I made an exception this time, but I just… did. 'Twas okay. I understand the attraction better now (not that I have to desire to smoke again.)
I’ve shared a cigar with one of my roommates a couple times. The first time we bought one we were (a)a bit drunk and (b) bought it more for the innuendo that we could milk out of it (we’re both female). But I enjoyed the taste. What makes this interesting is that I’m very anti-cigarette. Having a cigarette cherry burn into the back of your hand when you’re five can do that to you.