Since hitching up to the e-cig bandwagon last March, I've been pitching the concept to any tobacco smoker who is curious enough to listen. The arguments for switching to a PV are, of course, pretty much indisputable, and only the most 'in-denial' type of personality will attempt to justify a preference for tobacco. These are folks who are pretty much unhappy by nature.
So I've had some success in introducing the PV option to many smokers who had no previous awareness of it, and so far I've convinced at least a couple of tobacco smokers to give the e-cig a try. But I've also had some surprises.
"But it looks so dorky," one attractive young Virginia Slims smoker told me after I'd presented my case for vaping.
She was referring to my DSE 901, and I pretty much had to agree with her. So I bought her another drink and asked her to excuse me for a moment while went to my car. I returned with a package that had just arrived from China, and opened it on the bar in front of her. It was a black M402 with a gold atomizer. The spark of interest in her eyes did not escape my notice. I plugged a new cartridge onto the atomizer and presented it to her for consideration. She took a long hit, her pretty face lit by the blue LED glow, so obvious in the darkened barroom. She exhaled a plume of vapor that disappeared before anyone could mistakenly accuse us of violating anti-smoking laws.
"I love it," she said.
"It's yours," I said.
She smiled. "What's your name?"
One of the things driven home by this encounter was the realization that it is easier to present an alternative to tobacco smoking if the alternative looks more classy than dorky.
So I've had some success in introducing the PV option to many smokers who had no previous awareness of it, and so far I've convinced at least a couple of tobacco smokers to give the e-cig a try. But I've also had some surprises.
"But it looks so dorky," one attractive young Virginia Slims smoker told me after I'd presented my case for vaping.
She was referring to my DSE 901, and I pretty much had to agree with her. So I bought her another drink and asked her to excuse me for a moment while went to my car. I returned with a package that had just arrived from China, and opened it on the bar in front of her. It was a black M402 with a gold atomizer. The spark of interest in her eyes did not escape my notice. I plugged a new cartridge onto the atomizer and presented it to her for consideration. She took a long hit, her pretty face lit by the blue LED glow, so obvious in the darkened barroom. She exhaled a plume of vapor that disappeared before anyone could mistakenly accuse us of violating anti-smoking laws.
"I love it," she said.
"It's yours," I said.
She smiled. "What's your name?"
One of the things driven home by this encounter was the realization that it is easier to present an alternative to tobacco smoking if the alternative looks more classy than dorky.
