In my junior year of high school, a guy asked me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and prepared a pizza. We were watching the movie and then the oven buzzed so the pizza was done. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched him open the oven and pull the pizza out with his unprotected hands, including the rack, yelling at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.