I was sitting on the couch playing on my tablet when my younger sister entered the living room, took a seat in the recliner, and huffed. “What’s up, Beth? How was your date last night?” I said. “It was a bust, Greg. I don’t think he will ask me out again.” “Why not?” “Because I wouldn’t do what he asked. He said he wasn’t interested in dating an ice princess.” I put my tablet down. Beth wore her usual garb, sweatpants, an...