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TIFU by slicing my finger open on a date.

It's been a while since I've been on a date. A friend of a friend, who I've had a crush on for a while, asked me if I'd like to have dinner and maybe a few drinks last week, and I said yes, Sunday evening would be great.

I'm 31 but I felt like I was 16 again. Got my hair and nails done, my best makeup, a nice dress, heels, sexy underwear, etc. He'd booked a posh steakhouse for dinner - it was slightly low-lit for ambience and even the cutlery was all swoopy and wavy.

Anyway we ordered our meals, both having steaks (obviously) and when my food arrived, I went to pick up a potato with my fork and accidentally pinged it off my plate and onto the floor. A little embarrassing, but we both laughed it off, I picked it up and set it aside. Okay so far.

Well, internally I was a bit flustered and wasn't thinking straight. So, I didn't look twice at this fancy wavy cutlery.

I went to cut my steak and didn't notice I was holding the knife upside down. Well, without getting too graphic, you can imagine what happened. Something that's designed to cut cooked meat also does very well at cutting uncooked meat.

It was instantly noticeable and there was no way I could play it off. I'm cringing writing this now, but as soon as my date noticed my mild panic, he yelled for help. Two servers looked over, saw me trying to cover up a pretty deep cut, and rushed over with a first aid kit. I asked if I could go somewhere a little more private rather than in what was pretty much the middle of this restaurant, which the staff happily obliged.

They called an ambulance and off I went to A&E. My date came with me, stayed for the 4 hours I was in hospital, but when we got a taxi, he said he'd see me home first, then take the cab back to the restaurant car park to pick up his car and go home.

Anyway, long story short, here I am now with 3 strappy stitchy things on my finger, blood on my dress, a disastrous date and a few weeks of being grumpy.

TLDR: I went on a date, didn't know how to use a knife, cut my finger open requiring 3 stitches, the date was a disaster and now I am sad.

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