Well Guys, this is a very interesting thread.
I have retired to a rural part of Virginia. I don't smoke, but I met a nice lady at church one Sunday, and she asked if I wanted to come to her home that afternoon to "sit on the front porch." Not knowing exactly what that meant, and being unattached at the time, I agreed.
Well, she lived way back up on the side of a mountain, in a small house more than a hundred years old, with hand hewn logs and a covered front porch. When I finally found the place, she opened the front door and I was "greeted" by two spotted pit bulls. After she got them beaten down and tied up, she came outside with a big blue tin candy box, filled with chopped tobacco, and a small cheap looking hand-roll cigarette machine. She said she grew and cured the tobacco herself. There was an old wooden shed behind the house, but I wasn't about to go in.
While I sat and drank Diet Coke, she rolled cigarettes with that little machine like a pro. After she got the first one made, she lit it up and starting making the next one. By the time she finished smoking the first one, she had another one ready to go. She could make these cigarettes without even looking down at her hands. After two hours of this, I think she had chain smoked about 40 of them, and I had had about a gallon of Diet Coke. Most of the conversation was her ranting and raving about how she deserved a 100% social security disability rating, and a government check for life, because she had wrenched her shoulder yanking a pully at a steel factory. I could see that this was leading nowhere, so I said goodbye and left.
After that, . . . I changed churches, fearful that perhaps by engaging in this ritual with her, I had somehow gotten "hitched" or something.
Mannyrock