Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: hey there upfuckers, this happened to me a while back and i originally put it on /r/okcupid but an old friend of mine brought the story up again recently and suggested i share it here.

so a few months back i organise a date on okcupid. she was a 99% match and we share some musical tastes but haven't chatted much before the night - i try not to get to deep into iming or spend too much time poring over someone's profile. she suggests we go to a late showing at whitechapel gallery – i’m not too sure how a date at an exhibition will really work out but i agree anyway.

there’s a slight mix-up at the start of the date - i thought we were meeting at whitechapel station at half 7, but she'd meant to meet at the gallery, which is about 10 minutes down the road by aldgate east station. so she texts to ask where i am, i realise the mix up and say i'll walk down. she says she’s waiting by the entrance. i get to the gallery, look around the entrance area and can’t see her. it’s worth pointing out at this point i only have a vague idea of what she looks like – as i say, i haven't spent hours going over her profile, and her face was obscured in most of her photos. this doesn’t usually bother me – people don’t necessarily want to be judged completely on looks, no matter where on the attractiveness spectrum they are. i mainly just know she has brown hair.

i can’t get through to her phone or see anyone who might be her in the entrance to the gallery, so i go to check if she’s by the entrance to the tube station next door. sure enough, i see a woman with brown hair looking around as if she’s waiting for someone. i approach her and say ‘hey, eva*?’’

she smiles with relief and recognition, apologises for being late and we hug. i’m blown away: she’s unbelievably beautiful and nearly as tall as me (i’m 6’ 2”). we walk into the gallery and begin talking and seem to be hitting it off. she’s russian (which i don’t remember from her profile, but hey i guess not everyone wants their nationality to be their defining feature) and works in an embassy. we wander round, at one point go in to a private exhibition where you need tickets and are politely asked to leave, to which i act with mock indignation for her amusement. i wasn’t really feeling the gallery date vibe so i suggest we just go get a drink somewhere quiet, and she agrees. at this point i still can’t believe that this breathtakingly gorgeous, interesting and sophisticated woman is on a date with me.

so we’re walking out of the gallery and she says ‘so, you are irish?’. i’m not irish. never tried to pass myself off as irish. i tell her i’m not irish, we both look puzzled for a second then i say ‘wait, is your name eva*?’ she shakes her head, the truth dawns on us both, we start nervously laughing. she says ‘oh my god, i’d better call my date!’, and hurriedly walks embarrassed out of the gallery.

ten seconds later my actual date walks down the stairs from the floor above. it doesn’t go so well.

*name changed obviously

edit:

TIFU by going into a blind date just a little too blind.