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: so this all happened three years ago, when i was in my final year of college when i was about to finish my mandatory 5 month full-time internship at a traveling agency. i really enjoyed working there and they had already promised me an actual job there as soon as i would graduate. since i was nearing the end of my internship and i had learned a lot about how to deal with customers and complaints, my boss decided to let me manage all the incoming e-mails. 

i should mention that i live in europe and at the time when i was just 18, i really wanted to travel the world and i'd always wanted to live the american dream. i had daydreams about meeting an american guy online and me flying there and living happily ever after. also, just like how americans usually find a british accent attractive, i'd always had a thing for your generic everyday ''american accent''. so you could imagine how i felt when one day, i got an e-mail from an american guy that went something like this:

''hello, could you please take my e-mail address out of your mailing list? i keep receiving these (my language) e-mails and they just remind me of when i used to date a girl from (my country), who then proceeded to throw my heart in a blender and hit puree. i would prefer it if you would stop reminding me of her.''

me being the creep that i was, i looked up his e-mail address in our customer information file and i could see exactly when he was in my country and at which hotel he stayed. i felt really bad for the guy, and since his stay was long before i started working there and he was already back in the states, i figured i could make a throwaway e-mail address with a fake name and try to console him. i basically wrote something like ''hi, i don't know if you remember me cause you were pretty drunk when we met, but you told me to e-mail you because you didn't have a (my country) phone number and i only just saw the memo in my phone, silly me! xoxo (generic name) ''

by the way, i had decided to wait a couple of days before sending him this, just because i was afraid that he would put 2 and 2 together. he seemed to not remember me, obviously, and thought my story was pretty weird, obviously (in hindsight). however, he got curious and continued to talk to me just to figure out who i was. he started to question me less and less, and at some point we even started skyping and basically talking all day every day. i eventually told him my real name, and told him i gave him a fake name because i hate my real name. weeks (and lots of naked pictures sent back and forth) go by and i finish my internship with a perfect grade, and i decide to treat myself to a 4 day-trip to a big city about 5 hours away from me. this was the first time that i ever went to another country by myself, and to feel less lonely i was basically talking to him through my headphones the entire time when i was just walking about the city. i'd gotten really comfortable with him, in fact, a little too comfortable.

as i was walking about and looking at the architecture, he told me that he'd never met an 18-year old that was so into this stuff before (he was 27). i told him that i love traveling and that when i come back, i was gonna be working at the place where i did my internship. up until that point i had always avoided talking about my studies and my internship, but i figured that we were so close that i could just tell him. after all, if i was gonna be with this guy for real i didn't want the whole thing to be based on a lie. so i came clean. and he got really fucking mad.

he felt like i basically contacted him because i pitied him for being dumped, and accused me of just talking to him to get a green card. he knew that i had my laptop with me and he told me to go back to my hotel room immediately and do all sorts of sexual stuff for him on cam, and if i didn't, he would send my nudes to my boss and tell her that i took his private information and used it for personal purposes. obviously, if he did this i would not be able to work there and i couldn't really call the police cause we lived in 2 different countries. also, they probably wouldn't help me cause it was kind of my own fault. so i went to my room and did everything he told me, pretty much during the entirety of my stay, completely ruining my vacation. when i got home, i couldn't do it anymore and i just told him i didn't care if he told my boss, i was still gonna be in college for 6 months anyways and i figured i'd just get a different job. i didn't think he would actually do it, but he did.

not even an hour later, i get a very angry call, not from my boss but from my teacher. apparently my boss had called him and withdrew my positive grade for my internship because i did something ''completely and utterly unprofessional and unacceptable''. this meant that i had failed that year, but since my internship crossed from the 3rd into the 4th year, this technically meant that i had failed both those years and if i wanted to continue to study there i would have to move 2 years back (if this makes sense, i'm really bad at explaining this shit). i was already dealing with depression and a lot of stuff was going on with my life, and i didn't really feel like showing my face around those teachers anymore, so i decided to just drop out. this led me into a spiral of starting an education, not being interested because it's just not the same as the thing i loved doing most, dropping out, trying something else again and dropping out again. now, 3 years later, i once again enrolled at that same college to study the same thing. i have a lot of the same teachers, but now we can kind of laugh about it and just say that i was young and dumb. i did waste 6 years of my life though (3 years of initally studying there and then 3 years of starting something new and dropping out again). oops.

TIFU by flirting with a customer.