Everyone has their own personal story of a “disaster date.” However, I legitimately assume that mine takes the cake. This was my first date ever. I decided to take my date out on a Saturday evening to one of the most popular eating establishments in town. I had to call several afternoons in advance just to get two spots! The eating establishment was a hibachi locale. Our two seats were deluxe spots where they cook the food in front of you on a grill, however my date had never been there, as well as was super excited; When the people I was with and I walked into the eating establishment, I was hit with a wave of heat. They either had there heating heating systems at full blast, or their A/C was malfunctioning. The heating only intensified when the people I was with and I got to our seats in front of the grill. This grill was so sizzling it was love a heating furnace. In hindsight, it was a terrible method to wear a dress shirt. I was covered in sweat profusely. I was so sizzling I was too disoriented to ask my date if she was enjoying her food, or anything at all for that matter. Halfway into our meal, I had to excuse myself to go find a now working A/C unit. I walked back to the living room space where they had the cooling component at full power to keep all of the meat as well as vegetables fresh. I was cheerful the Heating, Ventilation as well as A/C specialist had done his job. After cooling off for a while I finally returned to my date at the table, then unfortunately, she was nowhere to be found. On the bright side, I had plenty of leftovers that evening.