I Remember My First Date

I was seventeen and his name was Marc. He was gangling with dark hair and blue eyes, spots which I completely ignored because he seemed so shy and charming and it's what's inside a person that matters, right? We went to a burger bar and chatted and he told me I was his first date too and had liked me for some time before he had the courage to ask me out. During our date he told me how he loved electronics, cucumber sandwiches with peanut butter, wasn't really keen on chicks with red hair like mine but (wink,wink) had asked me out because I might have other 'talents' to show him. Suffice to say, Mark - sorry, [i]Marc[i][/i][/i] and his spots parted company with me and there was no second date despite him suggesting one.