During my junior year of high school, a guy invited me to a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and prepared a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven beeped so the pizza was finished. He looked directly at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched him open the oven and pull the pizza out with his bare hands, including the rack, yelling at the top of his lungs. We didn't have a second date.