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In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a short summary for this text. The summary must include a situation which caused humor. The summary should be one or two sentences long.

Text: so this happened about 10 years ago give or take. at the time i had developed a stye on my upper eye lid. for those that have never had one, it basically makes your eye look like all puffy and swollen, sort of like someone decided to swing at you and you blocked with your eye. the crappy part about it was that i did not treat my eye and it did shrink, but it left a hardened mass that was quite obvious. since i was a server at the time it made for quite an awkward interaction with many of the guests that would come into the restaurant. eventually, my health insurance kicked in and i was able to take care of it via minor surgery. so i eagerly set an appointment a month out and waited.

in the meantime i met a woman at a coffee shop. we'll call her sara since that is about the most generic name i can think of at the moment. she was funny, beautiful and i had a blast talking to her. we joked about the strange little lump on my eyelid, exchanged phone numbers and i called her a couple times, eventually setting up a date.

the thing about being a 22 year old male, and specifically about me being a 22 year old male was that i was a bit over confident, still awkward, and very much forgetful. so i was disappointed when i got the reminder call for my eyelid surgery the night before my date. not wanting to lose out on a chance with sara, i was delighted to hear that the surgery was just a quick 45 minute in and out a couple hours before my date, no pain involved due to anesthetics and no real recovery aside from an eye patch. my mind started whirring. sara said she found pirates sexy. pirates wear eye patches. i'll wear an eye patch. therefore sara will find me sexy. perfect.

i immediately decided to call sara and confirm what time we were meeting up. the conversation went as follows (to the best of my memory):

me: hey sara, we still on to get coffee tomorrow?

sara: absolutely! 2pm still good?

me: sure thing, i should be out of my surgery by about 11. i can pick you up around 2.

sara: .... surgery? you want to reschedule?

me: (cue my overconfidence) nah. it'll be okay. quick in and out thing.

the surgery went as smooth as can be. it was slightly disturbing being totally awake and knowing they were doing things to my eyelid but not being able to feel it, but that's not the point of this story. the point of this story is that modern medicine while more successful than the medical practices of 17th century europe, does not take aesthetics into account at all. while anticipating receiving my badass pirate eye patch i was disappointed to see that in reality it was nothing more than a lump of white gauze taped to my face, slightly stained by what might have been iodine. the skin visible behind this monstrosity of fashion was also tinted yellow from either bruising or iodine, i don't know, i'm not a doctor.

reddit, i could have called her then and sheepishly requested a reschedule, but no, i was man. man don't back down. man go forth! i quickly realized how differently your experience of the world is when you don't have the use of two eyes. the world being now 2d is very hard to navigate. i called my dad to come pick me up, because driving was out of the question. he looked at me like i was an idiot when i mentioned i was meeting sara in a couple hours, but he wasn't about to let me pass up the opportunity for learning from my mistakes. he shrugged and said, "okay son, whatever".

at home i decided i'd better call sara and ask her to pick me up since i was no longer able to pick her up. she did of course because she was a sweet heart. 

the date went as follows:

first, the look of utter confusion on her face at the mass of cotton, tape and yellow stains that occupied my face.

second, there is a sudden realization that the simplest of tasks are impossible to accomplish when your used to having two working eyes. when i reached out for my cup of coffee it was with great determination and slowness, since i had no idea where my hand was in relation to the cup. when i came to curbs i had to stop dead in my tracks and slowly lower my foot to the street. she had to hold my arm and guide me down the street if there were many obstacles. when i tried to hug her hello and good bye it was also this weird slow deliberate movement because again, depth perception is important. basically every movement i made was akin to how i would imagine sloths live their lives.

she never said anything, bless her heart, but the look of embarrassment and confusion on why i insisted on not rescheduling is one of the memories of her that sticks with me to this day. instead of looking badass and sexy, i looked like someone who just got out of surgery for a massive head wound and she was the kind soul to take me out and show me the world outside of the hospital.

despite this horrible lapse in judgement, i actually did get another date or two, but that didn't stop me from doing equally stupid things, so eventually she did decide she was done and moved on. we remained friends after that however and i got a good story out of it, so that's nice i suppose.
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Show your work and conclude with the exact phrasing "Therefore, the final answer is [answer]." where [answer] is just the final number or expression that solves the problem.
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they are not badass and sexy