"Girls don't like scars," he tells me, referring to the scars he owns. Not that I'd actually really noticed them.
I think about it for a while and then say, "I think they can be kind of hot. Maybe they make people look more interesting or something like that."
There's a pause.
"How did you get that scar on your back?" he asks.
"I fell in the shower when I was 12 or so," I reply. "When it happened, I could put my whole hand into my back under the skin. Blood everywhere. It took 17 stitches to close it up. But it's all good. The scar's a lot smaller than it used to be, really."
"It's still pretty f*****g huge," is all he says.
I like the scar on my back.