In my junior year of high school, a boy invited me on a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and cooked a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven beeped so the pizza was ready. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw this boy open the oven and take the pizza out with his naked hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.