Ecuadorian sex date
The very idea that I would know enough people to be the subject of rumors seemed ridiculous to me.Add to that the fact that I didn’t even know enough men to have the luxury of sleeping “around.” Yet, the rumors persisted.They believed me when I assured them of my degrees and that I was legally in the country.None of this necessarily had to be true, but it didn’t really matter.The people welcomed me home and the culture sucked me in.Within a few months, I had a steady job, a group of friends, an Ecuadorian boyfriend, and a pretty decent second language all tucked under my belt.In fact, finding an apartment proved to be just as easy.
But it also came with a few, equally unearned, drawbacks.A few months after that, and well into my monogamous and steady romantic relationship, my Whiteness garnered some attention, once again.Rumors in my little town had spread that I was sleeping around.Being a young, White, single woman in this Latin American country made me acutely aware of how systemic racism and stereotyping was indeed a factor in both my successes and failures. Everywhere I went it seemed as if people were eager to be my friend.People were kind to me for no reason other than because they wished to be. ” I pressed her for answers where I knew there were none. “Because you’re like the exotic zoo animal that everybody wants a picture with,” she told me.
Essentially the only thing I had done was mention that I was from the US and that I was also, coincidentally, looking for a job.