In my junior year of high school, this guy invited me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven buzzed so the pizza was ready. He stared at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, including the rack, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.