A semi-blind date awaits

There's this chic I met over the weekend. We danced, she told me about how she's kosanad with her boyfie, we exchanged numbers. You know. The typical night out. So I call her later but apparently she can't remember who I am.

I shall be at the Tropez balcony today evening. I know how she looks like, but she doesn't remember me. Should be interesting. Join me if you can.