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: tifu happened a few years ago after deciding a girl on pof seemed nice enough to meet. this is an account of my first and last pof date.

scene opens: i'm driving down a secluded dirt road complete with confederate flags hanging from the trees thinking to myself, "thiiiiiiis isn't good." i'm dressed business acceptable. 

it's an extremely secluded dead-end road with no street lights. i pass the house in the darkness, and am forced to pull a 50-point austin powers u-turn on a one lane dirt road with deep, grassy ditches on either side. you know the type. my tinted windows are making it impossible to see what i'm doing so i roll them down. the air smells like one of the houses is boiling 409. this is taking forever.

off in the distance what looks like a german sheppard is barking so loudly on the porch of a trailer that the owner steps out with a shotgun. i dunno probably a methlab. i'm figuratively shitting my pants now. i get going back in the right direction, and she's standing at the head of her drive. as my headlights slowly creep up to her i get my first good glimpse. uh oh.

as i pull into the drive she states that she needs to "run inside real fast." i wait for fifteen minutes. in my mind a crescendo-ing chant of "just go damnit! leave!" repeats over and over. i'm frozen solid. she finally walks back out with the biggest, craziest purse you've ever seen. like she won it at the fair or something. she's wearing a grey hooded sweatsuit. 

the darkness of the back roads turned out to be a blessing, for over the sounds of my car i heard the unmistakable smackings of meth-mouth. our topic on conversation? synthetic marijuana. what do i know about it? i saw a youtube video once. what does she know about it? she's a damn encyclopedia. trying to steer the conversation away from synthetic marijuana backfires. now she's discussing why it's "bullshit that heroin is illegal." heroin. not weed. not shrooms. heroin. smack. junk. heroin. 

we arrive at cheddar's. i'm decently dressed and she looks like she's there to rob the joint. the urge to take off running, and come back for my car later was unreal. every footfall across the parking lot towards the restaurant was as loud as a thunder clap. this is going to be bad. i do the gentleman thing and hold the door open for her. as i walk through i catch a barely concealed "yikes!" look on the face of the receptionist. shame washes over me as i realize... they know. i've been catfished and it would only be more obvious if i was going around shaking hands and announcing it. 

the waiter takes our drink orders barely holding down a laugh like jimmy fallon during his snl years. she orders first, "a blue motherfucker please." "uh you mean a blue hawaiian?" he asks. "same thing," she replies. "water with lemon," i insert as i contemplate pulling my shirt up over my head to hide my face. 

by this point i feel like the main character in poe's the tell-tale heart. the passing staff aren't being obvious with their glances, but my senses are so acute that i notice them. i just want to scream and pull up the floor boards exposing my pof account to everyone there. as we leave cheddar's the outside air is so freeing compared to the stagnant air of that forsaken booth that i unintentionally, audibly sigh. she notices, but says nothing.

the ride back is mostly silent. the conversation never fully recovered from her dinner tirade about posting naked pictures of the girl her ex cheated on her with to the girl's facebook profile. i'm glad to be out on the road heading back, but in the back of my mind i know there's still one final act to survive. 

we're back on bigotry lane approaching the house. i know she's going to try something. she's been smiling at me all night with that "i'm gonna kiss me a man tonight" look. through sheer tyranny of will she has ignored what i felt were flagrant social cues expressing my dis-interest. i come to a stop in the driveway. my internal alarms are going off like a nuclear plant with a superheated steam leak. i tell her "it's been fun" and she leans in for the kill. i extend my hand, and we very awkwardly, almost to the point of physical pain, dap it up. she's got the message. she gets out, but as she's crossing in front of my car she eats it. she eats it hard. i've seen skateboarding fail videos on youtube that she's just put to shame by hitting the dirt like there was a sniper in the trees across the road. "faaaaaaaaahck," i sigh as i reach for the door handle. 

"are you okay?!" i'm half bewildered by the newtons she put down in the fall, and beside myself with the punishing urge to lose my shit laughing. she's trying to get up, but she's not doing well. so i help her up off the dirt driveway. she thanks me and opens her arms for a hug before i leave. i assume no foul play, so i concede a hug. except something is not right. her lips are fully puckered, and she's cutting my face off from clearing the side of her head. oh my god. deftly, i raise my chin, and stop. she has kissed me dead center on the chin. i noticed her eyes were looking at me as i closed mine in defeat. it was only a half second, but it felt like a lifetime. i didn't acknowledge it, i just turned and got back in my car and left. i drove home in total silence. music off. windows up. just a man and his shame on the open road. i will never return to that cheddar's for the rest of my life.

TIFU by trusting PoF