I had met Betsy through a mutual friend, Bob. We were both in our late 20's at the time. Betsy was an incredibly beautiful, petite woman who would be an asset to any band whether or not she could play any musical instruments. I believe she was a professional groupie. Her boyfriend at the time was in a band also and I think she felt the same alienation I did when it came to boyfriends in bands. She was much smaller than me with short punk black hair. She dressed like a punk rocker slut. We decided to start working on our vocals together and eventually find other musicians that would join us, preferably all women. Mark had agreed to let us perform some of his original songs until we were able to start writing our own. We practiced about three days a week for a few weeks.

I was beginning to feel like quite the prude as I got to know her. She let me know that she liked men. Not just her own boyfriend, but also his friends and her friend's boyfriends. She carried on about what a talented songwriter Mark was. I took this all in stride. I let her know right away that I wasn't into switching partners and I would rip her face off if she made a move on my boyfriend. All was fine. I think we understood each other. We were getting our vocals together and ready to start finding musicians.

One Friday night we planned to go out together and party. We decided to go to the Union Bar and hear Lamont Cranston. At the last moment Mark decided to join us.

We went to Betsy's house together and sat around while she got ready. She called me into he bedroom to ask me what I thought about what she was wearing. She was dressed in a black leather mini-skirt with a low-cut blouse and black high-heels. I felt plain and unattractive against her pale vampiric beauty. I told her she looked gorgeous. She then revealed to me that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I thought to myself, 'gee, isn't that nice to know and what the hell are you telling me that for', and lets hurry up and go before the band stops for the night.

We partied and danced at the bar until closing. When we dropped Betsy off at home she convinced us to come in and listen to a new album that she just bought. She put the music on and Mark laid down on the floor, relaxed and listened to the music. I sat in the chair in the kitchen while Betsy fixed me a drink. I was just beginning to enjoy myself when Betsy started to dance by herself and went up to Mark lying on the floor. She danced over him giving him a beaver shot, my hope for my own all girl band ended abruptly that night. I grabbed Mark and said, "Let's get the hell out of here". I was fuming as we drove home. Mark said he didn't understand why I was so mad. When I told him about the underwear comment, he just said innocently, "I didn't see anything". Strangely enough he was very horny that night.

Fast-forward 20 years. I came across Betsy while trying to get us booked for a gig with Art-A-Whirl. She just happened to be the person who was booking bands for the art studios around town. It was very nice to hear from her and I was so proud of her that she finally learned how to play an instrument.