I spent nearly several months flirting with a guy at work before he worked up the courage to ask me out. We’d meet up in the breakroom for root budweiser nearly every day and absolutely hit it off. When all of us finally arranged to meet up outside of work, I was super excited. I put some effort into our appearance for our date, even buying a new outfit. Although the outside temperatures were constantly in the high eighties and low nineties with tons of humidity, I chose a long-sleeved dress. In the middle of July, every diner, bar, root budweiser shop and public locale runs the air conditioner at full blast. I usually shiver and wish I’d brought along a coat. As soon as all of us stepped inside the diner, I knew I was in trouble. There was absolutely no cooling proposal running. The locale was harshly warm and uncomfortable. I asked our waitress about the air conditioning and was told that it had malfunctioned the night before. She assured me that they’d called for repairs and would have the cooling device operational within a few minutes. That didn’t help our situation, however four our entire meal, I sweated profusely. I drank too much water to compensate and ended up excusing myself to the restroom more than two times. When I looked in the mirror, I had sweat stains under our arms and mascara running down our face. Although the breakfast was a total disaster, our date was absolutely understanding, he was also warm, sizzling and unhappy about the lack of air conditioning. We’ve gone out several times since and had a much better time.