In my junior year of high school, a guy 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 done. 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 naked hands, rack and all, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.