When 1 of our nice friends from worked asked myself and others out on a date for Tuesday night, I was surprised to say the legitimately least. He is an awesome guy who is consistently making all of us laugh on our breaks, so I accepted the offer. The people I was with and I ended up going to a location that he highly suggested , which was a restaurant in the outskirts of town. I had never heard of the location, but when every one of us finally arrived I was instantly cold. It must have been at least 65 degrees in that location, which was annoying because every one of us were already right in the middle of the summer season. I called 1 of the waiters over and asked if they could turn the heated gas furnace on, even though she said that was not possible. My date could tell that I was chilly our butt off, so gave myself and others his coat to stay warm! Even with his coat, I was still super cold. He advised that every one of us could go someplace that was a bit warmer, but I did not want to be a gathering pooper so I tried to push through the lack of heating. My date looked distraught that I was so cold, and then he told myself and others to wait a moment. After fifteen minutes, our date returned with a portable heating gas furnace in his hand. He put down the portable heated gas gas furnace on the brunch table, and I could already start to know the warmth sizzling up our entire body. When I finally started to know more warm, the date seemed to be going amazing. After brunch was over, every one of us promised to have another date next weekend. Even though the lack of typical heating caused a mini disaster, I can’t wait for another date with this guy.