During my junior year of high school, this guy asked me on a date. He rented a Redbox movie and made 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 watched him open the oven and pull the pizza out with his unprotected hands, including the rack, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.