I had an interesting conversation with a friend this week. They were talking about how she loved those awkward first dates that bombed.
Think about it though. Those times when things went sideways are etched in your memory. Those events that bombed make good stories.
No one wants to hear how awesome you are. They want to hear about the time no one showed up to your show.
The time when you burnt your eyebrows off lighting the bbq.
The time you bumbled and stumbled through your first date.
I think it's because you turned out alright, and it gives hope to the rest of us screw-ups.