I smoked for only two years, but was up to a pack a day by the time I quit. I quit on November 2, 1974. I wanted to quit, but I always found some excuse not to. D and I had been dating for about six months at the time. One day he told me that he couldn't stand the smoking, and that he could not date someone who smoked. That was a good enough reason for me to quit. I quit cold turkey and never had another cigarette. I still love the smell of a cigarette that has just been lit . . . scary after all these years. But I will never, ever, smoke again.