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: like most tifus, this didn't happen today. it did, however, happen during the new year. some of you may be familiar with this story, as i posted it shortly after it occurred, yet it was removed for non-weekend sexytime.

backstory: my so and i have been dating for a bit under three years. due to both of us living with our respective families, we have to be pretty covert about our intimacy. i tend to be very modest, and in addition to a low self-esteem, i suffer from body dismorphia, a cocktail of hidden anxiety/depression, and have recently (over the past few months) recovered from a severe eating disorder that only my so and i were aware of. after a very difficult year wherein all my stress management techniques were compacted into exercise and negative caloric intake, i stepped on the scale for the first time post-recovery to find my weight to be its highest since my the disorder developed. i shrugged it off, albeit being rattled by the numbers, and i forced down my lunch.

the aforementioned issues would often pile together and make me feel unavoidably unattractive, sexually timid, and unlikely to initiate. recently, i decided to go out of my immediate comfort zone and get some fancy lingerie with the help of the lovely crowd at /r/abrathatfits[1] . mostly, it was meant for me, but ultimately i became pretty excited about the other prospects. i looked around online and finally chose a pretty, unlined and lacy "skin" colored bra and matching panties that, while not overly devious by any means, comprised the first special set i ever owned. i calculated a day with minimal chance of awkward parent intervention, and placed my order just in time to be able to surprise my so for the new year.
feeling proud of myself, i dressed in my hidden lacy armor with an alien feeling of confidence, glowing at the thought of the random surprise hidden beneath my clothes.

my so and i spent most of the day cuddling, and while every time his hands wandered i became giddy at the thought he would discover my secret, time and time again he missed it as well as he could. eventually, near the end of our day, he finally noticed. he was jovial; i was nervous. eventually, when i was sure that we wouldn't be interrupted, i took my chance.

i pulled my shirt of with the inner pride of the vixen and the shaking nerves of vulnerability, and gave a flustered look as it felt like that first moment of fragility all over again.
my so peered over, eyebrows raised and grin pressed to manageable width, and in a emotionally drunken stupor afforded only by the deficit of sleep, he extended to me his compliments:

"i prefer black..."

there is a long pause. i can hear his cat scratching at cardboard in the background. we stare at each other in disbelief, unmoving.

"but it's nice. "

i laughed it off, chalking it up to the aforementioned sleep-affected foot in mouth disease, and put my shirt back on to the sound of my cracking egg-shell self esteem.

TIFU by choosing the wrong color of lingerie