In my junior year of high school, this guy invited me to 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 finished. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw him open the oven and take the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, yelling at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.