My friend told me she'd been working as an escort. Right away, we knew we needed to make art about it.

Fresh out of film school in 2011, I was directing a music video for a local Toronto band with a British Invasion vibe. The idea was to shoot it in a 1960s, black-and-white Super 8 style, complete with two bouncy go-go dancers. I put the call out for bubbly babes, and word travelled to a friend-of-a-friend of mine named Andrea Werhun.

When the pretty brunette arrived on set, I introduced myself as the director and added that I'd be dancing, too — the other go-go was a no-show. Andrea and I giggled and gabbed while applying thick layers of mascara and slipping on our boots. Being around her felt easy, fun and natural.

When the time came, I removed my thick glasses, climbed on a platform, and we go-goed our butts off together, blind to the fact that this was more than a video. It was a meet-cute.