Mark was a smoker when we met 19 years ago, and he's smoked ever since. I wish he didn't, but I can't convince him to stop. The first boy I ever fell for, at 17, was also a smoker. It went along with his scruffy, adorable 'bad boy' vibe. I loved those smoky kisses. Now I'm 59, and what was irresistibly edgy in a 17-year-old boy seems idiotic and self-destructive in a man pushing 60.