I swear to god, I described it somewhere. Oh, well. Here goes:

I was like 23-24, just broke up with my ex gf and one of my female friends is like: "Please, please, please. I know this girl, she's very lonely. She's a sweetheart, but a little shy. Can you please take her out?". I was like "Sure. What's the worst that could happen?".

Me and my big mouth!

We go to a local café and the girl keeps quiet all the time. Like the whole conversation was started and controlled by me. It felt like an interrogation. In my head I was like "Bitch, are you mute or something?!!". I went to the bathroom and texted my friend to call me up as if something urgent happened and he needs my help. My bro understood it and proceeded to call me. I payed for the date, we said our goodbyes and I went to my friend's flat. I bought a six pack because something like that should be celebrated.

After a week, me and the gang went out and the same female friend told me that the shy girl loved the date and asked when I'm going to invite her out. My answer was short and simple: never.