About five years ago, one of our gal pals set myself and others up on a blind date with one of his friends.
She showed myself and others his picture, undoubtedly handsome! He as well as I were planning to meet at the coolest new steakhouse in town— “cool” is not how I would’ve described it, more on that later. I was a concerned wreck; I couldn’t figure out what to wear, despite the fact that I finally settled on a light blue dress. When I got to the steakhouse- 30 minutes early, yikes! – the first thing I noticed was how hot and humid that it was inside. I looked at their control unit; it was set to 60 degrees however there was no way that it was 60 degrees in that steakhouse. What was wrong with their a/c? I could feel sweat building up, I tugged on our dress to cool off a bit, however it was no use. Any man knows that light gray dress + busted a/c = sweat marks. When our date arrived, he was wearing a activities coat—which he had removed by the time we’d reached the table. We ended up sitting right beneath a vent that was pumping out boiling air. “What’s going on with their a/c?” our date finally asked. “I have no idea,” I replied. “How about we get out of here?” he said, “Let’s go anywhere where we’re not eating in an oil furnace.” I was so relieved to get out of there that I nearly sprinted out the door. Just in case you were wondering, that hunky date is now our spouse as well as our kid just wrapped up getting certified to become an HVAC company. Coincidence? Probably.