QUOTE : We’re turning onto Frontage Road headed into Vail Village when she tells me she met someone.<br /><br /> “What’s that?” I ask, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.<br /><br /> She nods and pulls out her phone. “On Facebook. I don’t know why I’m bothering with dating sites when there are guys like this available.” She waves the phone.<br /><br /> Fuck that. I’m available.<br /><br /> “I don’t think you’re ready yet,” I snap. “We’re still practicing your dating skills, remember?”<br /><br /> “Oh.” She frowns. “Are we exclusively practicing? I didn’t know. I thought this guy would be good practice.”<br /><br /> I make a mental note to hack her and alter all the incoming messages from men. Why the hell didn’t I do this the day I met her? When she told me about men sending her photos of their dicks?