In my junior year of high school, a boy asked me to a date. He rented a Redbox movie and prepared a pizza. We were watching the movie and then the oven beeped so the pizza was ready. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy open the oven and pull the pizza out with his unprotected hands, including the rack, shouting at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.