It happened in a distant youth. I was then (I was 19 years old) on Mamba, the oldest dating site. I met a girl about my age. There was no photo, and maybe it was of low quality, I don't remember, but by parameters, it was fine. We agreed to meet at the metro station Technical Institute under the map (the peters know exactly this place). I climb the ladder and approach the map. A girl looks like I ask, “Are you a flower?” (His nick is on the Mamba). She smiles, she says, maybe a flower.



We walked along the Moscow Avenue, sat in a cafe, began to meet almost every day.



And only a week later, I learned that I met her by accident, the girl from the momba wrote that she forgot about the date and apologizes very much. My new girlfriend was waiting for a coworker, whom she met at some rave, and remembered him poorly.