In my junior year of high school, this guy asked me on a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven beeped so the pizza was done. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and take the pizza out with his naked hands, including the rack, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.