In 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 when the oven beeped so the pizza was finished. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw this boy open the oven and take the pizza out with his unprotected hands, including the rack, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.