There was always something that irked you about men. Dating them was atrocious, and they were always so condescending. You could have sworn you were about to blow a gasket when you heard someone say, “hey, you need a spotter?”

But… when you turned around, you saw a girl. Not a guy. She looked like she used the gym often, that’s for sure.

Noticing your spacey demeanor, she said, “My name’s Cassidy what’s yours, pretty lady?”