I've always been super nerdy. Dad taught violinp and me to read at 3, and I never looked back. I'll list a few of the examples of teasing/conflict I dealt with. I apologize for how long this is, I can't be short-winded in my story telling.
When I was in first grade, my classmates got angry that I didn't have to do group reading and could sit in the back and read books like The Trumpeter Swan. They said I should be treated exactly the same as anyone else.
When violinp and I found out for Accelerated Reader (a program that supposedly encourages reading, but all it did was annoy me) that we were essentially reading on a college level, one of my friends asked me, "Why do you have to be so smart? Why can't you just be normal?"
A friend who was listening in to my conversation with violinp (as in, not talking to her and it wasn't about her or anyone she knew) told me that I needed to dumb my words down so she could understand what I was saying.
I told her in no uncertain terms that the conversation wasn't for her, and if she really wanted to understand us, she could pick up a dictionary and actually learn new words.
A kid who ostensibly was one of the smartest kids in the school (he really was intelligent, he just thought he was the best) got angry when our AP English Lit teacher gave me an 8 out of 9 on an essay when he'd given me a 5 in peer grading. His grade essentially meant that he thought my essay was superficial and the writing was immature. He said it was unfair that I should write a better essay, because he'd been in AP English Language the year before. For people who aren't familiar with AP, he basically said that being able to write a persuasive essay should mean that he knew how to write a literary critical essay. Not necessarily.
Honestly, most of this stuff I laugh at. If I didn't, I would be walking around with a grudge bag that weighed 200 tons. When people make fun of me for being intelligent, I ignore them. Most people who do that are insecure, and I try to remind myself that they are struggling like I am. Most guys haven't made fun of me for my intelligence, and the one guy who did (AP Lit kid), I basically told him, "Look, I just am good at literature. My dad is a Shakespeare buff and majored in English. He passed that on to me. Get over it."
More girls have made fun of me, but they didn't relate my smarts to whether I'd get a boyfriend or not. No, apparently being intelligent at all makes you a smarty-pants, and you should shut up and never talk because your smarts make everyone feel bad.
I couldn't date anyone who didn't value intelligence in a life partner. I like reading Shakespeare and Dante for fun, and I love having deep philosophical discussions. So far, I haven't had a boyfriend for any real length of time (2 hours in 6th grade does not count), but I hope that when I do, I can find someone who wants me to enjoy my intellectual pursuits.