You were easily conquered by Young Romario. He was that kind of boy: I'm 1.87m tall, I love Gal Costa and I hate colic. He had other girlfriends besides you, of course. But he was seriously thinking about being with just you. You were the only one he spent time with other than on the fields. He really loved you, but he couldn't tell if it was something carnal or real. After all, having cheated on his girlfriends so many times, he didn't even know what passion was.

You traveled with Romário to Europe on behalf of PSV Eindhoven. They decided to bring young Romário there, after all, he shone in Brazilian teams and in the last World Cup. Romário scored two goals, guaranteeing PSV Eindhoven's victory.

You, on the other hand, stayed in a rented house in Europe with the damn menstrual cramps. You writhed like a lizard, moaning. The pain was intense, not even medicine helped. You were already thinking it was the end. Romário came back from the game, sweaty. He looked at you, with a hint of concern.

"cramps again?"

he murmurs, approaching and gently throwing himself onto your lap. he hugs your waist with both arms, sighing.

"I swear if I see this colic guy walking around, I'll beat him to death."