I met my first girlfriend one Saturday morning at the library.

She was a friend of a friend, and I knew her vaguely.  We chatted and flirted in that inept way that teenagers do, and when I walked her home I received my first kiss on her doorstep.  She said “I should come over sometime”.

That same weekend I visited her place on the Sunday evening, not really sure what to expect, and as luck would have it her parents were out.  We kissed, we flirted, and we did the nasty on the living-room sofa.

There was no love, but we were a good couple and lasted about eight months before she cheated on my with my best friend – later my ex-best friend, for that reason.