During my junior year of high school, a guy invited me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven beeped so the pizza was done. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched him open the oven and take the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.