Elizabeth

I met Elizabeth during my flirtation with English Literature in 1963. Another lesbian, pretty blonde with soft hands and beautiful legs. I used to pick up Elizabeth at the counselling center where she was trying to be cured. When the university found her out they hinged expulsion on her success. I fell passionately in love with Elizabeth with all my post adolescent yearning, the feel and the look of her. She allowed me her company and the freedom to dream. Her father owned an automobile dealership in Baltimore. Well-to-do. I could never meet their expectations. Part of a disguise for her parents, she knew I wasn't very good at it. I followed Elizabeth doggedly and drove her where she wanted to go. When she looked for a job after she left college, I drove her from office to office. An editorial job in a small business magazine, I was glad when she came out beaming. Elizabeth had been interviewed by love, She and the matronly magazine owner immediately set up housekeeping together. I could have been a friend to both but I melted. Elizabeth never wrote me letters.