My high school sweetheart was a wonderful All-American guy-but we had nothing in common, besides our taste in music. My biggest heartaches were over the boys I’d meet during holidays spent in my father’s hometown of Punta del Este, Uruguay. They were all similar versions of the same trope-white, handsome, and athletic. Growing up in a small Kansas town, I had slim pickings when it came to the dating pool in high school.
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