During my junior year of high school, a guy invited me on a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven buzzed 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 pull the pizza out with his unprotected hands, including the rack, shouting at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.