During my junior year of high school, a boy asked me to a date. He rented a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven buzzed so the pizza was done. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his naked hands, rack and all, shouting at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.