When I first moved to 'Jersey, I knew absolutely nobody. Everybody I worked with had to set me up with any 25-35 y.o. single female they knew. I became the king of the blind date.
So, I was setup to meet a woman named Rebbecca at a TGI Friday's (or was it a Hoolihans, I forget) bar after work. I go to the bar, don't see anyone matching the description. I wait a little longer. Nobody.
So, I start thinking I have the wrong place...after all I'm not familiar with the area. So, a quick check of the phone book and sure 'nuff, there is another one nearby.
So I rush off to the other place, walk in, and see a woman meeting the description. So I walk up and ask "Rebbecca?"...she responds "yes", so I introduce myself, sit down and start chatting with her.
Maybe 10 minutes pass and things are going very well, she's attractive, seems smart, not bad for a blind date. Then as the conversation progresses, some things no longer add up based on what I was told about her. So I mention our mutual friend..."Who?" she says. Huh?!
Well sure 'nuff it was the wrong Rebbecca. At about that time, I see another blond matching the description on the other side of the bar, looking a little agitated, like maybe her blind date was a half hour late or something.
At that point I explained to Rebecca what had happened; she thought it was funny as hell. Then a gaggle of her friends show up and she had to tell them what had just transpired. They all thought it was funny as hell.
They all watched me go to the other side of the bar and introduce myself to the "correct" Rebbecca.
I know, I know, I should've told the "incorrect" Rebbecca nothing and kept playing along with it; but no, I didn't want to offend/piss off my co-worker and didn't want to be a jerk to the "correct" Rebbecca.
The "correct" Rebbecca didn't think it was so funny.
As you might imagine I didn't end up liking the "correct" Rebbecca and like a dumb ass I didn't think to get the other Rebbecca's number. Damn...