I spent nearly two years flirting with a guy at work.
Every time I saw him at the water cooler, in the breakroom or at happy hour, I made a point to talk to him and smile a lot.
I dropped all sorts of hints that I am single and interested. He is rather shy so it took him a long time to work up the courage to ask me out to dinner. When he finally did, I was so excited that I went out and got a manicure and my hair colored. I also spent a small fortune on a new dress and shoes. Since it’s the middle of July and the outside temperature is in the high eighties with horrendous humidity, I knew the restaurant would be running the air conditioner on full blast. Every local business keeps the temperature like a meat locker and I always freeze. Because of this, I chose a long-sleeved dress, which turned out to be a huge mistake. We’d chosen to meet at an upscale restaurant downtown. The moment I stepped inside, I knew I was in big trouble. I immediately asked the hostess why the restaurant felt so ungodly hot. She told me that the air conditioner had malfunctioned and wasn’t working. She assured me that a HVAC repairman would have it fixed the following day. That bit of information didn’t help me at all. I had sweat running down my back before I even sat down at the table. I asked about outdoor seating to at least get a breeze but it wasn’t available. By the time we ordered drinks, I already had stains under my arms from perspiring so much. I drank so much water, I had to use the bathroom three times. When I looked in the mirror, I noticed that my mascara was running down my face. The first date was an absolute disaster because of an air conditioner malfunction.