During my junior year of high school, a guy invited me to a date. He rented a Redbox movie and prepared a pizza. We were watching the movie when the oven buzzed 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 pull the pizza out with his unprotected hands, including the rack, shouting at the top of his lungs. We never had a second date.