Going on a date with my cannabis dealer
I asked out my pot dealer, and he said yes! I first met Max about two months ago, when I went with my friend to his house to do a little business.
I was only a lightweight smoker, the type who has a puff or two and is done for the night, so I was just along for the ride.
Max caught my eye right away, and I was intrigued to get to know him better. I asked if it was okay to call him, and he said I was welcome to buy from him anytime. I went over there once a week, to buy cannabis that I didn’t even plan on smoking, just so I could talk to him. A few days later I called again, and went over on the pretense of buying more cannabis. When I opened my purse Max saw that I still had the last bag of cannabis, and it was still full. I decided to be honest with him, and say that I smoke very little cannabis, but I just wanted to get to know him a little better. I asked him out, and he said yes. He turned out to be a very shy, intelligent man, who was selling cannabis to pay his way through college. Max was raised to be a gentleman, and never asked out his cannabis customers because he didn’t want to make things feel weird and disrupt his business. We have our first date tomorrow night, and for the first time it won’t have anything to do with cannabis