In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that's it, I think.

I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.

But she just couldn’t stop checking her phone; she wantedto stop, tried to stop, but the pull would not let her go. It wasa strange experience for her to be doing the obsessive phone-checkingthing. Vanessa talked about it, and she had heard storiesabout it from other friends. One date with a guy and suddenlythe phone becomes like an appendage endowed with some superpower to predict your future.