In my junior year of high school, this guy invited me to 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 pull the pizza out with his bare hands, including the rack, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.