Explanation

Sam couldn't give an explanation for why she was in love with Freddie.

She really couldn't.

He was a total nerd. His room was plastered with Galaxy Wars posters, and he could scarcely hold a conversation without bringing up some sort of technological reference.

He was total mommy's boy. He spent at least one day a week doing some sort of craft project with her just so she wouldn't miss her Freddikins too much.

He didn't dress well; far too much strips.

He flaunted over Carly…though not so much anymore.

He was weak…wait, no. He was getting harder and harder to beat in arm wrestling.

He was rude…no, that wasn't true either. He was always polite, even to her, who pulled prank after prank on him.

He was ugly…ha! Yeah right, she was finding in increasingly difficult to stop from staring at his face.

He didn't know how to treat a girl…actually, he was probably the one gentleman she knew.

He didn't kiss well? Biggest lie in the book. After that fire escape kiss, even though she had nothing to compare it to, she knew she had just kissed an exceptional kisser.

No. Sam had no idea why she was in love with Freddie Benson.