Everyone has their own personal story of a “disaster date.” However, I absolutely suppose that mine takes the cake. This was our first date ever. I decided to take our date out on a Thursday night to a single of the most popular restaurants in town. I had to call more than four afternoons in advance just to get 2 spots! The restaurant was a hibachi arena. Our 2 seats were deluxe spots where they cook the food in front of you on a grill, then my date had never been there, plus was super excited, however when we walked into the restaurant, I was hit with a wave of heat. They either had there heating heating systems at full blast, or their air conditioner method was malfunctioning. The heating only intensified when we got to our seats in front of the grill. This grill was a heating furnace. In hindsight, it was a disappointing idea to wear a dress shirt. I was dripping with sweat profusely. I was too disoriented to ask our 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 laboring air conditioner unit. I walked back to the living room section where they had the cooling component at full power to keep all of the meat plus vegetables fresh. I was cheerful the Heating plus Air Conditioning company had done her job. After cooling off for a while I finally returned to our date at the table, then unfortunately, she was nowhere to be found. On the bright side, I had plenty of leftovers that night.