In my junior year of high school, a boy asked me on a date. He rented a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven buzzed so the pizza was done. He looked me dead in the eye 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, yelling at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.