I truly have the worst luck with dating. Throughout the many first dates that i have had in my thirty years of life, I found disaster in some way, shape, or form. It all started with my first date in my freshman year of college. It was a momentous occasion, and I was so excited I could not sleep the night before it. The date seemed promising, we went to a nice venue in the city. Once we stepped foot inside the restaurant however, that is when we got hot and bothered, quite literally. We were informed by a couple employees that the air cooling system in the restaurant had gone on the fritz, so it was a little toastier than usual. That did not begin to describe it, as we felt trapped inside an industrial grade heated gas furnace. That is when the sweating began. I dressed in too many layers, and my modesty ended up making the heat that much worse. I excused myself and looked in the mirror in the bathroom. My mascara was sweating off due to the awful heat. Without any proper HVAC available, this date was going belly up. We did not speak much, me and my date, because we were so uncomfortable. I was just begging for it to end so I could cool off next to my a/c unit at home. Ever since then, none of my dates have gone as I wished they would. Maybe I should lower my standards..