When one of my superb friends from worked asked myself and others out on a date for Sunday night, I was surprised to say the easily least. He is an awesome guy who is consistently making all of us laugh on our breaks, so I accepted the offer. Every one of us ended up going to a arena that he highly advocated, which was a diner in the outskirts of town. I had never heard of the arena, however when all of us finally arrived I was instantly cold. It must have been at least 65 degrees in that arena, which was annoying because all of us were already right in the middle of the summer. I called one of the waitresses over & asked if they could turn the heated furnace on, however she said that was not possible. My date could tell that I was freezing my butt off, so provided myself and others his coat to stay warm. Even with his coat, I was still super cold. He recommended that all of us could go somewhere that was a bit warmer, however I did not want to be a gathering pooper so I tried to push through the lack of heating. My date looked sad that I was so cold, & then he told myself and others to wait a moment. After fifteen fourths, my date returned with a portable heating furnace in his hand. He put down the portable heated gas furnace on the dinner table, & I could already start to suppose the warmth warm up my entire body. When I finally started to suppose 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 respected heating caused a mini disaster, I can’t wait for another date with this guy.