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