During my junior year of high school, a boy asked me on a date. He rented a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven beeped so the pizza was finished. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw this boy open the oven and take the pizza out with his unprotected hands, including the rack, yelling at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.