"You brag to your boys that she has more albums than any of them do, that she says terrible white-girl things while you fuck. She's more adventurous in bed than any girl you've had; on your first date she asked you if you wanted to come on her tits or her face, and maybe during boy training you didn't get one of the memos but you were, like, ummm, neither." — Junot Díaz, from the story "Alma" in the current issue of the New Yorker. Where have we heard about facials on the first date before? [New Yorker]