In my junior year of high school, a boy invited me to a date. He rented a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven buzzed so the pizza was done. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw this boy open the oven and take the pizza out with his bare hands, including the rack, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.