Before I met my girlfriend, I spent a fair amount of time trying to convince dates that there’s nothing wrong with smoking a little weed now and then. I had moderate success with this (it’s Seattle, not Fort Worth). But then I’d try to convince them that if smoking a little weed now and then was okay, smoking a lot of weed all the time was even better. This may be why I was largely single until my 30s.
The biggest complaint I got from girlfriends was that weed changed me. When I’d point out that it changed me for the better (and probably had less effect than a daily dose of Prozac), this was viewed as evidence that I cared more about weed than I did about the relationship. Which was true.
Luckily for me, I finally met a woman who loves to get high as much as I do. Which means that instead of fighting about how much money I spend on weed, we can fight about how much we spend on weed. But not everyone has been as blessed by the Tinder gods as I have.
