During my junior year of high school, a boy asked me on a date. He picked up a Redbox movie and made a pizza. We were watching the movie as the oven beeped so the pizza was done. He stared at me and said, “This is the worst part.” I then watched him open the oven and take the pizza out with his naked hands, including the rack, screaming at the top of his lungs. We never went on a second date.