During my junior year of high school, a boy invited me on a date. He rented a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven buzzed so the pizza was ready. He stared at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw him open the oven and take the pizza out with his unprotected hands, including the rack, yelling at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.