You had one job…

“I went on a date with a guy I met at a friend's party. When we sat down for dinner, and the waiter came over, he said to me, ‘What you having, Sarah?’ My name isn't Sarah. Out of embarrassment, I didn't want to correct him in front of the poor waiter. I started being cold with the guy for calling me the wrong name. ‘So, what do you do, Sarah?’ Did he think that was my name or is he a forgetful player? On the train home after the date – which didn't, much to his disappointment, end with us going the same way – I got a text: ‘Sh*t, sorry… called you the wrong name a few times tonight – I thought you were this other girl I'm talking to. When are you free next?’ Yeah, about that, mate…”

There’s no such thing as a bad date