My date had no AC in his house, which was a problem

I tend to have terrible taste in men, a problem I have had for as long as I can remember. The most interesting men are the unique ones, who stand out from everyone else, although these people tend to be “unique” for the weirdest reasons. I am not the cliche of the girl who goes for the bad boy, but I do seem to like the crazy boys quite a bit. I met a guy at a party last week, and he invited me over to his house for tea the next day. He lived in one of those tiny houses, and I noticed right away there was no air conditioning. I didn’t want to be rude, so I went inside, and one cup of hot tea later my makeup was already running like crazy. Had I known there was no climate control in this place I would have prepared for that, so it didn’t look like my face was melting. I found a way to excuse myself without being rude, and ran out to my car and a little air conditioning. I tried to think of an excuse to leave, and the reasonable adult in me finally told him “listen, I can’t handle the lack of air conditioning, so if we want to hang out we need to go to my house.” He was a little embarrassed, but understood, and said it took him a few weeks to not having air conditioning. We decided to reschedule the date for my place, in full glorious air conditioning, later that night.