In my junior year of high school, a guy invited me to 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 done. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched this boy 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.