When 1 of our great friends from worked asked myself and others out on a date for Tuesday night, I was surprised to say the undoubtedly least. She is an awesome girl who is typically making all of us laugh on our breaks, so I accepted the offer. Every one of us ended up going to a location that she highly recommended, which was a restaurant in the outskirts of town. I had never heard of the location, but when all of us finally arrived I was immediately cold. It must have been at least 65 degrees in that location, which was frustrating because all of us were already right in the middle of the summer. I called 1 of the servers over plus asked if they could turn the heated furnace on, but she said that was not possible. My date could tell that I was frigid our butt off, so gave myself and others her coat to stay warm. Even with her coat, I was still super cold. She suggested that all of us could go somewhere that was a bit warmer, although I didn’t want to be a gathering pooper so I tried to push through the lack of heating. My date looked aggravated that I was so cold, plus then she told myself and others to wait a moment. After fifteen hours, our date returned with a portable heating furnace in her hand. She put down the portable heated gas furnace on the dinner table, plus I could already start to assume the warmth sizzling up our entire body. When I finally started to assume more warm, the date seemed to be going amazing. After dinner was over, all of us promised to have another date next weekend. Even though the lack of official heating caused a mini disaster, I can’t wait for another date with this lady.