Secret Love Nest 2018

Funny Smell

Before leaving to go back to his shooting, Qing and I had a little squabble.

The other night, he came home smelling "funny".

(Ohhhh...another perfume incident again?)

Oh that...no. This is not "Ski Vacation" thing all over again. No, when I said Qing went home smelling "funny" it means he smells like pot.

You know pot. Joint. Weed. The good old Miss Maryjane.

Marijuana.

Qing smells like marijuana smoke.

Okay...I am not the strict boyfriend. I have my drama...sure, you all know that...but I am someone that I think can overlook a lot of stuffs. Drinking? Sure, come home to me staggering drunk, that's okay. Partying all night without calling me? That's fine as hell. Talking to your ex? Hell yeah, it's fine as long as you will keep your hands from each other.

But if there is one thing I really cannot stand...it's prohibited designer drugs.

Not that I am saying that smoking marijuana is a mortal sin. I know everywhere in the world, medicinal marijuana is being legalized. Good because I also know that there are studies out there showing that smoking marijuana has benefits.

And I know that there are worse drugs out there than marijuana. Cocaine, heroin, crystal meth...I read things online, I know all those things. Even designer party and sex drugs, I am aware those things exist.

So sure, maybe marijuana is not to worst thing. It's not even that bad.

What I don't like is Qing going to parties with people involved in drugs. And him going home smelling like he came from a gas chamber filled with marijuana smoke doesn't make me happy.

Because I know if pot was involved, there were other drugs available in that party he went to that night with his friends. And I worry that people using other kind of drugs will touch my man.

Qing has a different issue though.

Qing: Don't you trust me? You know I won't do stuff like that. And I only had one drag or two of rolled pot, Dayu ah. It's just to be part of the fun.

Me: Part of the fun? So that's the requirement on that party, you should hit some pot so you can be part of the fun?

Qing: Dayu ah...please...I am tired.

Me: Tired or drunk? Drunk and high?

Qing: (snorting) Who gets high with just a couple of drag from a shared pot? I am not high. I even think I am stone cold sober.

Me: Good. But I think if your clothes can speak they will confess to being high. The smoke clung on your clothes. Badly...

Qing: (annoyed tone) Then stop nagging me and let me take a shower and change my clothes so they will stop offending you. Can I do that?

I felt hurt by his tone and his words. Instead of answering him, I left our room to stalk to the kitchen. I was in bed when Qing got home, just waiting for him to get home. But three minutes of him being home, we are already grating on each other's nerves.

To think that he just got home from his shooting yesterday. It was just yesterday when we made love while I was tied up. That was so sexy...and apparently so yesterday.

Ugh! Such drama...

Qing: (coming after me) Dayu ah...

Me: (holding on to the tiles near the sink) Just take a shower and wash off the smell Qing, please...