I feel like this is total "first boyfriend" material right here. When you look back over your yearbook and see his dorky piercings memorialized in his portrait, you can't believe 1) that you ever found this guy hot and 2) that you were practically suicidal when he dumped you to date some lame freshman. You'll be like, "this is the guy I cried myself to sleep over for an entire summer? What the hell was I thinking?"
This guy will also think that hanging out at a diner constitutes an actual date and he'll always insist on splitting the bill. However, being the Suburban, we know that his parents have a sweet house with a comfy couch, a huge television, and a fully-stocked pantry that always made his offer to "just stay in and watch a movie" so damn appealing.