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Marjorie Russell (a pseudonym) was a coed at the University of
Washington. A lissome beauty nearly six feet tall, she was wealthy,
poised, and worldly. Marjorie was from a class into which Ted
previously had enjoyed only upward glimpses. Moreover, she knew what
she wanted out of life. She was, in short, everything that Ted Bundy
was not and wished to become. He showed her off like a possession to
his old friends.
Warren Dodge was impressed. “I was kind of surprised that Ted
had something like her with him,” Dodge remembered. He soon took
her home to meet his mother. “She was very nice,” said Louise.
“At that time, Ted was very serious about her.”
At twenty years of age, Bundy was no more sexually advanced than
he’d been in high school when the other boys’ talk had gone over
his head. Certainly any lust he felt toward Marjorie at this
juncture was well hidden. They spent nights together, but he did not
make any sexual advances. Ted was content to be boyish and charming,
as if introducing carnality to the relationship would somehow taint
it.
The summer following his sophomore year he spent down amidst the
gum trees and palms and tiled roofs of Stanford University, where he
was enrolled in an intensive Chinese language program. He had gone
to Stanford mainly to please and impress Marjorie, but it was a
mistake.
He was accustomed to being alone, but he was not ready to be
alone away from home. Ted missed familiar things. Quickly, he fell
behind the other students, and that made it all the harder for him
to socialize with them. And there was Marjorie. “I found myself
thinking about standards of success that I just didn’t seem to be
living up to,” he told me.
At Stanford, Ted’s immaturity was exposed, a particularly
hateful experience for him because he had now failed in the one
arena -- the classroom -- that had always been his refuge.
Then Marjorie dropped him. As she later told investigators, what
had been his winning boyishness now struck her as puerility. She
wearied of his fawning attitude and she was tired of his games. Ted
would often sneak up behind her, tap her on her shoulder, and then
vanish. That annoyed her. She advised him to grow up.
Ted’s brother Glenn recalled that Marjorie “screwed him up
for a while. He came home and seemed pretty upset and moody. I’d
never seen him like that before. He was always in charge of his
emotions.” Louise Bundy remembered something similar. “As I
understand it, she told him she couldn’t wait around for Ted to
have it made. If she found somebody else, she’d go that way. He
was pretty hurt by that.”
Ted did not understand what had happened to him, why the mask he had
been using had failed him. This first tentative foray into the
sophisticated world had ended in disaster. It would usher in another
period of isolation in which he would brood on his situation,
keeping to himself until a better, more workable mask could be
fashioned. The rest of 1967 was, as he remembered, “absolutely the
pits for me -- the lowest time ever.”
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