After a week she dumped me of all days, Valentines day. She met me at my locker at Carleton, had baked me heart shaped cookies and gave me back the odd possession's I left at her place. Like a man I took it and said nothing. I was in love with this woman. What was I going to do?
Her bloody ex-husband, who she had divorced, happened. The fool tried to commit suicide, and he had to do it the week I was with Liz; as the story goes, she caught him cheating on her. I mean, come on, man, who would cheat on this Goddess? Besides being a bit greedy and a gentle bully in the sack, Liz displayed no weird personality traits. But then she never said if it was a man or woman he cheated on her with. To each his own, I thought.
The “Liz effect.” I changed to Mind, Body and Soul. It was a quick check I would make upon waking, as drugs and drink affect all three. Words are not enough to describe how she made me feel that week. I have never felt that way ever again. It caused me to do crazy shit. Even crazier is I made notes on everything I did to see how close I came to duplicating the Liz effect. It made me do drugs to do extreme sports. Take Hang guiding. It paralleled my mind and body but not my soul. The drug molly or ecstasy helped my soul, but not my mind or body. And so it went, day after day, week after week, month after month and year after year to after forty-plus years; I’m still searching for her. Now, I check my mind, body, and soul every day.
The weird thing was that after she dumped me, she kept popping up in my life to taunt and haunt me. It was like dangling the best drug in the World, only never to be able to get it.
I would bump into her at a restaurant or cafe and serve her at the LCBO. What hurt the most was that she wouldn’t acknowledge my presence and was always with a guy. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable and played along, so I didn’t acknowledge her. Then, the last time I ever looked at her was at Midland Walwyn, where I worked as a currency trader.
I walked out to reception for whatever reason, and she was sitting there. I gave her a nod, and it was like she looked right through me. Then I thought maybe she had some deep psychological problem and didn’t know who I was. But that was crazy as everyone except my clueless wife knew the Warlord of Wall Street, or so I thought. Ego can make one delusional, I hear.
Mick Jagger even wrote a song for me. “Evening Gown.’ As the words go, “But I can still paint the town, all the colour of your evening gown. While I’m waiting for your blonde hair to turn grey.”
I couldn't say she broke my heart as Anna came quickly after. Liz deeply touched my Mind, Body and Soul, and like a fool, I chased the “Liz effect” many years later.
She also ran marathons, so it's no wonder we rewrote the Karma Sutra. My Soul, she took part of it away with her. Only after forty-some years did I get it back.
After a month or two she contacted me. She possibly thought I need saving or we both needed saving after out week of sin, (she partook in my cocktail of drugs I was doing at the time. I introduced her to the greatness of the opiate buzz) and invited me to her bible study group.
My problem was at the time she phoned me I was right t out of my mind on booze, speed and opiates.
Woody's next blog: Life without Liz and the onset of my addiction.
