During my junior year of high school, a boy invited me on a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and made 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 saw him open the oven and take the pizza out with his naked hands, rack and all, yelling at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.