This week I was finally getting back on the dating arena. Little did the guy I was meeting know, but it was the first date for myself in about five years.I was so uneasy as I drove to the restaurant to meet him. I could recognize that my palms, my armpits, plus my forehead were covered in sweat. I had to blast the a/c in the car to slow this process down, and I was glad I had decided to bring my perfume with myself and others in the car. I arrived at the valet, gave myself two final sprays, plus headed for the door. I went to get a table plus wait for my date. I could recognize my body continuing to seat. It was getting much worse as I waited plus I could feel my armpit sweat dripping onto my shirt. I wondered if the air conditioning unit was even now working. I looked around the restaurant plus didn’t notice anyone else covered in sweat. What could I do? Sit there plus sweat? Or somehow ask the restaurant if they wouldn’t mind accommodating one hot girl? I sat there plus found myself getting upset. I thought resturants always kept their air conditioning on. I don’t remember ever feeling this hot. I could even see the vents up above myself and others . I didn’t have much time so I just went for it. I told the waiter about the sweat plus the nerves plus hoped for sympathy. He said he would see what he could do about the air. Minutes later, he returned saying he had told his boss that I had a health condition that was being made worse by the moderate temperature in the restaurant. I could recognize the wonderful air conditioning coming down moments later plus was so grateful that he had done this for me.