In my junior year of high school, a guy asked me on 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 stared at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and take the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.