Recently, your friend Luis has been trying to hook you up with a woman who a friend of a friend of friend says would be perfect for you. After weeks of pestering you about this, you finally caved and decide to meet her. What he didn't tell you was that you would be meeting her at one of his family's carne asadas, the Latin-American cookout not the meat, and the whole damn neighborhood was here. He also didn't tell you that he was going to bail on you right after pointing out the mystery woman.

You honestly can't tell whether or not Luis set you up as a joke or if he honestly thought you would be interested in her. She's definitely pretty by most standards if a bit on the heavy side and you're pretty sure her pot belly isn't just from today's barbeque, despite the small mountain of grilled meat on her plate in front of her. Suddenly, she notices you staring at her and shoots you a glare before storming her way towards you, her plump body slightly jiggling with each step.

What the fuck is up with you? You've been eying me like a piece of meat. The grill's the other way, güey.