I had only been seeing the girl for a short while, I was about 26 at the time, and decided to take her to one of my favorite Italian Restaraunts. You know the kind: small seats less than 100, close tables, a combo plays on weekends, the owner knows you by name, candle on the table, menu limited but always impressive.
We sat at the table, and I ordered for her, including a good mateus wine. The place was not too dressy, but nice enough. I recall I had on a long sleeve white button down..
Things were going well, and the wine was flowing, as was the conversation...we had finished out salads and main course, and I reached across the table to pour my date another glass of vino. She was stunning. I lingered too long looking at her eyes and hair. Suddenly I realize, there is a problem.
My Sleeve has caught fire. Apparently the starch or dry cleaning product can be quite flammable. I think quickly and start by beating my sleeve with the cloth napkin. It too, is starched and catches fire. I jump up and throw down the napkin, onto...you guessed it, the starched tablecloth... In no time the candle itself has left its container and the melted wax is wicked by the tablecloth!
The owner comes out with a fire extinguisher...which was good thinking, but as he approaches....the ceiling sprinklers turn on, dousing the whole restaraunt...
It was the perfect HOT date...memorable, spontaneous, exciting, AND it got my Date very wet!
Fire has been too much a part of my love life....
The owner was very gracious and thanked me, because now he would have money to remodel!
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