Both of us were both sad but incredibly excited. A few weeks before, I met his at a coffee shop and things just seemed to click. The air conditioner was cold and the people I was with and I had so much in common. Both of us loved sports, the arts and eating nice seafood. The day of our date had been a warm one; the people I was with and I were in the middle of a heat wave and even our days were uncomfortably sizzling and humid. Still, I had to look nice for the symphony. I got home, ran my thermostat down and blasted my Heating, Ventilation, and A/C proposal to stay cool. I had task 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 his 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 the people I was with and I got to my preferred seafood diner the hostess informed us that the air conditioner had just gone out and the site was steamy inside. Still, there wasn’t a wait and the people I was with and I 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 cooling system 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 AC was working just fine, but by that time it was too late. The damage had been done. About halfway through the first movement he asked if I wouldn’t mind scooting over a chair so that he didn’t have to smell me. I reluctantly obliged and knew my chances with his were through. The broken air conditioner had done me in and I knew there would be no minute date.