You remember the curves of the waitress and write "voluptuous"

You wake up startled and with a horrible hangover, even with the mists of sleep you go to the bathroom where you try to freshen up a bit and look for a couple of paracetamol while trying to remember the dream that was going through your head just before you woke up.

You concentrate and confused images of a fair assail you. You remember walking into a fortune teller's shop. The fortune teller turns out to be a gypsy suspiciously similar to Lola Flores. You deposit a bill in her hand and while the witch puts it in her bra with one hand, with the other she takes yours and brings it to her face.

—Oh! I see a BIG love story. —Says the smarmy old woman raising her two arms with a theatrical gesture —The next woman who crosses your life may be what you've been looking for all your life.

You try to remember something else, but to no avail, so you wash your face again and go to the kitchen to make yourself breakfast. When you get back to the room you see the computer and vaguely remember what you did last night. You turn it on and go to the contacts page with the intention of deleting your profile, but surprised you realize that there is already a candidate who is interested in you. You remember the gypsy's advice for a second and after dismissing it with a shiver you click on the message with curiosity.

Her name is Carolina Bravo, she has a degree in Art History and loves literature and museums. Although her hobbies don't drive you crazy, you take a look at her profile picture and you're struck by her large, hazelnut, sky blue eyes, her lusciously lined, full, juicy lips, her high cheekbones, and her mane, a mane of black, shiny, thick and slightly curly. You click on the photo and a series of photos are displayed in which you discover a tall and elegant woman with slender and shapely legs and curves that take your breath away. That just decided you and you send him a message from her.

You chat with her for a while and you discover that she not only likes museums but also science fiction movies and watching **** sports on TV. You end up bursting out laughing as you exchange stories of skaters with rails between their legs and skiers stumbling downhill pursued by snow avalanches.

After an hour of Chat you feel like you have really connected with a woman for the first time in a long time and although something in her slightly elusive attitude makes you distrust, you finally accept her invitation to go to dinner at a small Italian restaurant she knows the next day. .

You spend all day thinking about what to wear to impress that beauty. You search through your clothes desperately and in the end you end up going out to buy yourself something suitable. After spending a zillion euros on an Armani suit, you spend the rest of the afternoon carefully cleaning and scratching every part of your body until everything shines like a new car.

You'd rather play tough and show her that you're not anxious, so you're deliberately ten minutes late for your date. You can not help yourself and take a look from the outside of the restaurant at the moon that overlooks the dining room looking for your princess.

After taking a quick look you are about to convince yourself that it has not arrived yet when you notice a fat woman who is nervously twisting her napkin. At first you don't recognize her, but then you look at her long hair and hers, her clear eyes, and you realize it's her. Your princess is now a queen with 20 kg/ 44 pounds more.