So we went to this "Euro" place. It was full of the typical downtown receptionist by day - dancing divas by night, crowd, with push-up bras on the girls, and genuine gaudy silk ties on the boys, and not a clue among the whole lot of them. I shot a roll of film and undoubtedly made fine pictures. Then the girlfriend said "Biildaire - let's go someplace fun." She had a point. The music sucked.

So we headed to a goth/fetish place and paid to get in so I didn't have to actually photograph stuff. She watched the dancing with big eyes. In particular she was stuck on a guy wearing a rubber dress and heavy makeup. I introduced her to him and his boyfriend. I said she was interested in making it a threesome, as she'd suggested to me. They were dumbstruck, of course. ("Threesome" doesn't include me. Got it?)

She was also hit on by a woman of about 6'3". (Yep, I know she's a woman.) And probably a few others. Me, I didn't get hit on.

After the club shut down at 2AM we went to an underage club, where the rest of the goths went. The girlfriend danced, trying once again to impose herself between the gays. It still didn't work. We were invited to a party later for coffee and dessert...or something like that. Maybe it was booze and ecstacy. Yeah that's it.

Instead I drove her home and she slept with her head on my chest almost right away.

And she wore Gucci - I didn't buy it for her.

Fran Bilder, Private Photographer