In my junior year of high school, this guy invited me on a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie and then the oven beeped so the pizza was finished. He stared at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.