Dear Men of LA:
I usually write about funny observations about dating in LA. Well, this is a serious observation I made while I was out and about last night. Last night I was the minority. I was the only white person in the whole place. My friend wanted to go to this place that had awesome Mexican food. He said, “you’re gonna be exotic”. Huh? Since when was I exotic? I’m just a short, blonde, white girl. My friend said, “you’ll see”. They are gonna love you.” We walked in and you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at me. I was the only white person there. In the end, it didn’t matter. I had some amazing food and great company! Everyone was so nice and welcoming! My friend’s family is from Honduras so he fit right in. But I fit right in too despite being white. Because it’s not about skin color. It’s about what’s inside of a person. That’s what defines a person. A couple of days ago a friend pointed out to me you have no control over what skin color you are born into. That’s so true. You do have control over how you treat others and who you are as a person.