I can't say I'm particularly good at dating. I typically pick guys based off of very limited details, then sit through a dinner or round of drinks wondering why I set myself up for them. On the rare occasions that I actually pick a good one, it's then my turn to be the date-ruiner. Now for a self-deprecating example:

There was this one time I forgot I said yes to dinner with a guy from Coffee Meets Bagel, which is a classier Tinder, and went to a work happy hour. I remembered after three-four $2 beers that I had a date, so I showed up heavily buzzed / probably drunk to dinner. He was the sweetest little (I do really mean little) Southern guy who told me he "traveled into the city just for me." Well dang. No pressure there.