I was 14 and he was 16. He was the biggest NERD ever. He was 6'4" tall and 120 pounds with thick glasses and a pimple on his nose the size of Texas. My friends called him Rudy (as in Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer).
I decided to date him because he was really funny and really polite. We went to the movies on a triple date with some friends. He stepped in the popcorn... TWICE (so we ended up buying THREE buckets of popcorn), ran into the swinging door three times, knocked my drink over (so I had to share his because he ran out of money after the third bucket of popcorn), sat on my chocolate candy and it melted all over the back of his pants so it looked like poop and slammed my hand into the car door afterwards.
I kept dating him for a few months, though. We had many more crazy dates, but none like that first one. I guess I kept dating him because he was just so darned sweet. I've always had a soft spot in my heart for nerds.
Even thought we dated for several months that pimple never did go away... I wonder if he still has it.