You decide to meet in a bar, lest it be that if you get too romantic then you can't get rid of her

After thinking about it for a moment, you decide that it is better to stay in a neutral place and ask him if he wants to go out for tapas. ** The young woman doesn't think about it and she suggests a place in the old neighborhood that you already know, famous for its tasty and cheap tapas.

What you didn't count on was the traffic jam. Apparently, a fucking idiot confused the accelerator with the brake and has parked the car at the entrance of the headquarters of a political party, your Excellencies, with the fear that they have lately, have believed that it was an attack and have ordered to close the whole apple

The municipal authorities have been **** to divert all the traffic to the avenue where you were driving so happily, and the result is that you arrive twenty minutes late for your appointment.

The bar is a dark, man-filled joint, but the tapas are good and so cheap that you understand why the young woman has chosen it.

You arrive all suffocated throwing yourself into excuses, but Cristina doesn't seem angry, what's more, you find her suspiciously happy. At first glance she gives you the feeling that you have been left with a porcelain doll. She wears a short, tight dress and platform heels that enhance her figure. After greeting you, she tells you that she has already had three glasses of wine because she has become nervous when she saw that you did not arrive. Before you can say anything she orders two more drinks and a couple of tapas.

You start chatting and with a sticky mouth she tells you how bad health is and how much the cuts are screwing them and the patients while she unloads her cup in a heartbeat. You don't have to be Stephen Hawking to know that forty-eight kilos (106 pounds) of a girl plus four glasses of Rioja in twenty-five minutes equals certain disaster.

While you nod your head you calculate your chances of getting out of this without making a fuss and you see that the distance between the bathroom and the exit door is not very great, so you simulate a great rush and after ordering another round so that he does not suspect, You slip out the bathroom door.

Once you've gotten there, you empty your bladder and cool your face. You look at the guy in the mirror and recognize an unscrupulous earner. Doubts creep in.

** Note of traductor: Tapas are called to a spanish habit of pay for a slighty overpriced drink and get with it a small ration of food. Many unformal dinners are done asking for 2 rations of tapas.