During my junior year of high school, a guy asked me to a date. He rented a Redbox movie and prepared a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven beeped so the pizza was ready. He stared at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw 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.