QUOTE : So, how’s the dating going?” Everly asks. “Have you gotten any more POD’s?”<br /><br /> “What’s a POD?” I ask her, confused.<br /><br /> “Proof of dick,” Everly says with a nod when we all stare at her.<br /><br /> “Is that what it’s called now?” Sophie asks while rubbing the side of her bump with a grimace.<br /><br /> “Not yet,” Everly says while swirling the straw in her glass. “But I’m trying to make it catch on. It’s a little classier than ‘dick pic’, don’t you think?” She takes a sip of her iced tea and then sets the glass down, brows raised as we all stare at her. “What?”<br /><br /> “How exactly are you intending to make it catch on?”<br /><br /> “I’m so glad you asked, Chloe. The thing is, I’m married, so no one is sending me POD’s anymore,” she begins.<br /><br /> “Right,” I agree. “I would hope not.”<br /><br /> “But you, my friend, are still dating, so I thought you could—”<br /><br /> “No,” I interrupt. “No. Stop talking.”<br /><br /> “All you need to do,” she continues anyway, “is reply to the dick pics you get and say, ‘Nice POD.’ Or even, ‘Nice POD, LOL.’”<br /><br /> “Nope, not doing it. I am not going to encourage dick pics so you can coin a new phrase. No.”<br /><br /> “Okay, no problem,” she says with a shrug. She’s quiet for exactly three seconds before her mouth opens again. “How about, ‘Why are you sending me a POD?’ That way you’re still delivering the branding message, but without the encouragement.”<br /><br /> I stuff a forkful of pasta into my mouth, glare at Everly and shake my head no.