You Don't Have To Be a Pothead to Date Me, But You Do Have To Know Your Limits

Maia Leggott
Taken by Raquel Simões.

Yo, what you up to this eve? Wanna hang?

I text my fuck buddy, hoping that spontaneity works in my favour. Let’s do it! I don’t feel like drinking, but can we smoke some weed? I’ve started smoking before bed and it’s doing heavenly things for my sex drive. A few hours later we’re sitting at the top the fire escape stairs at the back of their second story walkup. It’s the height of summer and sweltering hot in the city. “Two puffs is my maximum right now, I’m still a bit of a newbie,” they tell me. “A pre-roll lasts me a few nights.” We each spark up our own and as I haul on mine they take two measured, deliberate tokes and then rub the burning ember out on the rusted stairs. By the time I finish my joint I realize we’ve been watching the neighbour’s cat scale the garage roof for a few minutes and they’ve gone quiet. Too quiet. I glance over and they’re staring into space. “Are you okay? Do you need some water?” They pause, look around. “I think … I think I overestimated my ability to be around people when I’m high. I think I need to be alone.” I feel somehow responsible, even though they stuck to their two-puff limit. Sometimes the ish just hits different. I settle them on their couch with a glass of water and ask if they need anything. “Could you maybe get me some Ruffles regular chips and some fuzzy peaches?” “You got it, buddy.”

That was not the first nor will it be the last time someone’s gotten a little too high in my presence.

It happens to the best of us. As a nonmonogamous person I have relationships in my life that do involve cannabis, and others that don’t. I smoked with one date before going to a play and as we got inside they grabbed my arm and said they forgot how to stand. I assured them they were doing great, and they spent the performance melting into their seat. Another pal shared a couple tokes of a joint with me and then told me I “didn’t have to finish that if I didn’t want to,” as he stared at me with glassy red eyes and confessed that he immediately needed to cuddle his cat on the couch. The reality is, cannabis tolerance varies vastly between humans. Factors like history and frequency of cannabis use, the potency of the flower and personal physiological differences help account for the development of cannabis tolerance.

A systematic review of the limited research into cannabis tolerance found some conflicting results, but noted a couple of observations: that our fave flower has less pronounced effects in regular versus occasional users, and that the behavioural and physiological effects decrease as cannabinoid consumption increases. For medical users, this means we can enjoy the benefits of our medicine without the temporarily jarring effects of forgetting how to stand or needing to be alone. It also means we often require more product to get the desired effect.

For the less frequent consumers out there, it means starting low and going slow.

Knowing yourself and your own limits is an important part of exploring cannabis. Sometimes we discover our limits the hard way - by coming up against them. If we’re gonna hang, I don’t need you to get high with me, but I do need you to respect that I will. But if you do, and you accidentally have too much, I’ll always distract you with snacks. Cover image taken by Raquel Simões.

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