You may have heard that you should never date a girl who travelsor a guy from a mountain townbut trust me when I say you should never date a stoner. You should never date a stoner. Trust me, I have tested a few strains of both varieties.
To this day I smoke from the minute I wake up until right before I go to bed at night. If I am traveling to another city—or another country—I will arrange for weed to be waiting for me by the time I check into my hotel. My wife hates my driving and I happily ride shotgun.
He was super easygoing, so funny, and a blast to be around. The weed was always more important than me. He would be super grumpy and impatient and get annoyed at every little thing I did.
Moving forward, in typical teenage fashion, I tried it again. To say that my body went haywire would be an understatement: heart palpitations, sweating, nausea, mild auditory hallucinations, and a complete and utter disassociation from reality. It was straight up, run of the mill, bud.
While a lot of annoying stereotypes point to stoners dating non-stoners leading to a smoking pile of unhappiness, plenty of relationships flourish with this dynamic. If you find yourself annoyed at your S. Have you ever had a glass of wine or a party-night-out with friends to unwind?
Think about it: Guys are great, weed is phenomenal and when you combine the two, you get a better combination than Nutella and a spoon. Add sex into the equation and you have hit the trifecta of bliss. There is a big difference between a guy who occasionally smokes a bowl before watching "Game of Thrones" and a true pothead.
Now that 23 states and DC have legalized weed, 4 of them for recreational use as well as medical, the debate about whether it enhances — or ruins — sex and relationships is raging hotter than ever. Can a couple survive when only one is a pothead? Does weed make sex mind-blowing or forgettable?
The subject who is truly loyal to the Chief Magistrate will neither advise nor submit to arbitrary measures. I am a successful fiftysomething woman, in love with a fellow who tokes high-powered cannabis morning, noon and night. He's always high and suffers from memory loss and emotional irregularity.
Throughout high school I was one of the few friends who always left the party sober. As someone who generally does not drink or smoke, I went on for years envisioning my future Prince Charming as my sober partner in crime. I imagined a relationship where there would always be someone who could drive not about to blow all my money on cabsparties would be more fun with a coherent buddy and neither of us would need to hold the others hair back.