In my junior year of high school, a boy invited 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 stared at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched 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 didn't have a second date.