I had to find a table under the AC

I stayed in a hotel a couple of weeks ago.

The hotel was downtown by the convention center.

I met a man that I met online. Both of us got separate rooms at the hotel. My room was on the 7th floor. His room was on the 5th floor. We booked at separate times and I thought that it was a little better if our rooms weren’t even on the same floor. After all, I didn’t know if this guy was going to turn out to be a creeper. We met in the bar at the hotel room. It was a nice bar with plenty of places to sit. There was good lighting so I could see his face. I could tell that the picture online was definitely of a younger version of this guy, but I didn’t mind. It’s not as if I used an everyday picture of myself either. We sat down at a table and started talking about our lives and all of our kids and things like that. I started having a hot flash while we were discussing everything. The hot flash came out of nowhere, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I started sweating and I immediately felt hot and flushed. I asked the waiter if we could move to a different seat. I really wanted to be somewhere under an air conditioner vent. We looked for a table that was under an air conditioner vent. The waiter moved us and all of our food to the new table. I thanked the waiter by slipping him a couple of bucks. I wanted the date to go well and being hot and uncomfortable was not going to start us at a good place.




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