She was wearing pink lacy underwear and a yellow bra. I was completely drawn to her. Being a gay man, I clearly wasn't interested in her in that way. There were more than enough half-naked guys in the vicinity to take care of those needs. No, just found her so incredibly fascinating. It wasn't just the underwear that made me notice her; it was the way she seemed so sure of herself. She didn't give a fuck what everyone else thought. The other girls were standing around in sexy poses while wearing their matching bra and panty set, or they were writhing away on the dance floor, trying to seduce one of the boxer-clad men. But she was just there, dancing around with complete abandon. She was having fun and not trying to impress anyone else. Of course, this all impressed me very much.

I would later learn that her name was Cassie. She told me she thought I was cute, to which I responded that if anyone could turn me straight, it would surely be her, but I don't swing that way. And thus began our friendship.