The people I was with and I were both concerned however incredibly excited. A few weeks before, I met her at a root beer shop and things just seemed to click. The cooling system was freezing and every one of us had so much in common. The people I was with and I enjoyed activities, the arts and eating great seafood. The day of our date had been a boiling one; every one of us were in the middle of a heat wave and even our days were uncomfortably warm and humid. Still, I had to look great for the symphony. I got home, ran my thermostat down and blasted my Heating, Ventilation, and A/C system to stay cool. I had job to do. To my chagrin, I realized my roommate had borrowed my nice gray suit and had yet to get it dry cleaned. That wasn’t going to work, however I still needed to look nice enough to impress her and fit in at the symphony. The only other suit I had was made of wool. “It’s ok.” I convinced myself, “We’ll be indoors practically the entire night.” Unfortunately, when every one of us got to my favorite seafood restaurant the waiter informed us that the cooling system had just gone out and the place was steamy inside. Still, there wasn’t a wait and every one of us were on a strict timeline, so I decided to eat there anyway. Boy was that a mistake. Between the wool suit and the lack of a/c I worked up a sweat until I was drenched and reeking of body smell. At the concert hall it was cool and their Heating, Ventilation, and A/C was finally working just fine, however by that time it was too late. The damage had been done. About halfway through the first movement she asked if I wouldn’t mind scooting over a chair so that she didn’t have to smell me. I reluctantly obliged and knew my possibilities with her were through. The broken cooling system had done myself and others in and I knew there would be no minute date.