He was attractive and, by far, one of the sweetest college guys I had ever met.

I am a dance major at the U and I have been dancing since as far back as I can remember. Anyway, early in my first semester I joined a dance company, which is where I have met most of the people who are now my closest friends. There was this one guy, in particular, in my company who I thought was a perfect ten.

He was attractive and, by far, one of the sweetest college guys I had ever met. We soon became friends and he invited me to one of his "shows." I arrived at the club he was performing at all dressed up and excited like the giggly, little girl I was. The whole crowd was a bit strange, though.

'But, whatever,' I thought as I just waited for the show to begin.

It turned out to be a drag show. The boy of my dreams was decked out in high heels, silk nylons, and his hair was bigger than Macy Gray's. The show was still cool and with some alcohol in me, I found myself really enjoying it.

My perfect ten turned out to be a gay man who occasionally does drag shows for kicks. I might have lost an opportunity to score with the perfect guy, but he's still my best friend.