I was sitting in the university library, typing a paper about the Canadian constitution and its fallacies when it comes to the rights of visible minorities when I saw...her. A tall and curvy, nice-bodied ( meaning pleasantly plump with big tits and a nice big butt ) but butter-faced blonde-haired white chick. Wearing a dour expression, she strutted in my general direction. I sat at a corner near the window, next to a gay-looking white dude wearing tight clothes. As soon as I spotted Miss Blonde Plumper, I found myself smiling. For she came and sat on a couch near where I was, and pulled out her laptop.
Since the lady appeared to be having some difficulties, I graciously offered my help. Thus I met Beth Hiller. Rhymes with Hitler, she said, sort of deadpan. When I stared at her blankly, she pointed to the Star of David hanging around her neck. I shrugged and nodded, then introduced myself as Santiago Etienne. The only big and tall Afro-Latino dude at Carleton University as far as I know. The City of Ottawa has a growing population of visible minorities, but they're mostly Somalis, Arabs and Chinese, so Latin American folk like myself are something of a rarity. It seems all the Spanish people live in Toronto or Montreal. I can't blame them, since Ottawa sucks ass, man.
When I first got here, I hated the place but I've since learned to make do, you know? I was born in the region of San Juan, Puerto Rico, to a Hispanic mother and Haitian immigrant father. My parents, Alexandra Gutierrez and Saint-Jean Etienne still live there, along with my sisters Victoria and Jenna, along with my little brother Isaiah. They sent me to study in Ottawa, Ontario, because Canadian schools are cheap. The price of higher education in the United States has skyrocketed since the Depression, man. In spite of President Barack Obama's best efforts, our colleges and universities still remain out of reach for many Americans. That's how I ended up at Carleton University.
Anyhow, over the course of the next couple of hours, I talked to, flirted with and eventually Facebook-friended Beth Hiller. As it turns out, the tall plump blonde was far more interesting than she looked. I learned quite a few things about her. Born in the City of Kingston, Ontario, she was new to the City of Ottawa, which she considered a big place. Having seen many of North America's major cities, such as New York, Los Angeles, Toronto and Houston, I respectfully disagreed. Ottawa is a small town in comparison to the metropolitan areas I just described. Beth looked at me, a weird expression on her face, and then asked me if I wanted to see something cool. Rubbing my hands together, I nodded eagerly. Grinning, Beth logged onto the website Fetlife and showed me her profile. According to her, Fetlife is like Facebook for kinky people.
