Oh Wow, When Did Tarzan Start Working Here?

I was on a first date last night and we're sitting outside waiting for our waitress to come take our drink order. Finally, after about 10 minutes I went inside and found the first waitress I saw and asked her if she had the outside tables, she said she did and I told her where we were sitting. She pointed to our table in order to acknowledge that she will be over there in just a minute. As she raised her arm to point I noticed that her armpit is hairier than Tom Hanks in Cast Away. At this point I am completely freaked out. I have thrown up several times before from seeing female armpit hair. I have no explanation why but for some reason it grosses me out to no end. Not only do I need to not trow up every time she comes to the table but I also have to deal with the fact that she might very well be touching my food. Maybe on a second or third date I could get away with asking the girl if we could go someplace else because I am completely repulsed by the waitress and legitimately afraid she might make me throw up on the table, but on a first date I feel like that might scare someone off. I said to myself, "well, maybe they have other people who actually bring you the food." NOT THE CASE. As it turns out I am a much stronger individual than I would have given myself credit for. I looked straight ahead or to the left every time she came to the table to avoid eye contact with the onion straws and I was able to eat my entire meal, which was delicious. Never going there again, that's for damn sure.