In my junior year of high school, a guy asked me to a date. He rented a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven buzzed so the pizza was finished. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched him open the oven and take the pizza out with his bare hands, rack and all, yelling at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.