During my junior year of high school, a boy invited me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and prepared a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven beeped so the pizza was ready. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and take the pizza out with his naked hands, rack and all, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.