Some of those stories brings back some hot food memories...
I once went hiking with a female friend of mine at Hanging Rock, N.C.... Afterwords, we had lunch at East Coast Wings. They boast a menu of something like 25 flavors of wings with 6 degrees of hotness. As from reading the menu and not wanting to make a spectacle of myself by signing the waiver (even if there really is one), I chose one step down "The Insanity". They were hot, not habanero hot mind you but really hot. I could feel my hair getting wet from sweating underneath my ballcap. The back of my neck was soaking my tee-shirt and all the while I'm fighting the good fight Machoism !!! My date is asking..."How are the wings?", "Are they hot ?" Macho man replies...."NAH" and by now sadistic man is thinking she has to try this sauce. I baited her and baited her until she tried it and then...."OMG Why do you do that to yourself"
-Jimmy