In my junior year of high school, a guy asked 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 finished. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then saw him open the oven and pull the pizza out with his unprotected hands, rack and all, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.