I refuse to mince words about what I’m about to write. I never mince words. I’ll tell it like it is, although it may sound R rated. I was in my early 20’s in Chicago when these things happened. I was living at 441 West Oakdale in Lincoln Park at the time and employed in downtown Chicago. I was single and not in any committed relationship with anyone.
This is the story of a married whore named Alice and her absolutely bizarre sexual promiscuity. Alice was great at betraying everyone; her sexual promiscuity was alarming. Her acts were not only extremely upsetting and disturbing to me, but to acquaintances of mine at the time of this story, who was in dread of Alice was my friend Kathy, an occupational therapist. One of Kathy’s boyfriends was Jerry, the administrator of Columbus Hospital. We all lived in the same building, as well as another friend of mine, Roger Langsdale, the Inspector General of the Department of Labor. Roger was 40ish and had already been married and divorced 4 times at the time I met him on the elevator. He had a huge sailboat we’d go out on Lake Michigan together with friends.
Jerry gave Kathy facial herpes. Jerry was the administrator of Columbus Hospital and was Jewish around 30 years old. Kathy was mortified. I was too when I saw her face full of large round sores. She had to go to work as an occupational therapist with facial herpes across her face. She was an aerobics instructor at the YMCA too. If I knew then, what I know now; I would have stayed away.
I’m writing about this, because it’s an experience other young should hear, so they never make these egregious mistakes others have. I probably have brain damage after all this stuff.
Getting back to Alice. I want to make clear, how absolutely grossly dark the behavior of this woman named Alice was. I so badly want to say her full name, but for some reason I’m holding back her full name at the time of this writing. She has a son.
When I was 18 in NYC I met a Jehovah’s Witness, a person studying to be part of the “mind control” cult who witnessed to me with Bible scripture about the “last days,” terrifying me. They use dark psychology to gain members of their cult. I was too young to know better. I had been raised a Catholic. This was my first experience hearing Bible scripture, and I became from that moment on a Jehovah’s Witness, although it took me several years before I was baptized. I never celebrated one holiday, never voted or pledged allegiance to a flag since 18. I wasn’t ready to dedicate my life to Jehovah, which I realized was an immense responsibility. I had a few wild oats to sow. Come to find out just lately Jehovah is not God’s name. If it is not God’s name, whose name is it? Satan.
I met married Alice, and her husband, Milan at a Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses in Chicago. Milan was a friendly guy. We all became friends. We all need friends and I had always made friends easily. Milan was a 2nd generation Yugoslavian-American whose mother was a Jehovah’s Witness. Married, Alice and Milan had a third-floor walk-up apartment close to Wrigley Field. They were each baptized Jehovah’s Witnesses which means they could be disfellowshipped if they sin gravely; or at least publicly reproved depending on their repentance. They’d invite me over or we’d meet up for cocktails. Milan would always comment after a drink or two how Alice was the prettiest in the room. Strange comment? Why did Alice need to hear this? A creepy insecure attention seeker?
One day, Alice invites me to go to a ranch style inn with her for a weekend in Wisconsin. We arrive in the Wisconsin inn from Chicago and unpack in our separate rooms. Up until this point, I always thought Alice was a devoted Christian woman. I didn’t have any problems with her and considered her a friend. So, I thought. That night we are having cocktails at the inn, sitting at the bar. Alice is talking to a guy, when suddenly she gets up and disappears with the man. Remember, Alice is married and a baptized Jehovah’s Witness. She stood up suddenly, without a word and left me at the bar and went off with this stranger and had sex. I was utterly shocked. I could not believe she did this. Milan, her husband was my friend too. The next morning, I went to pick up Alice at the stranger’s house. I asked him how Alice was. He said, “she’s fat.” That was it. Seriously, that’s what the guy said. I never told Alice. I’m kind and polite. The only good thing that came from my day or two in a Wisconsin Inn is my cat Pumpkin. There were a dozen cats roaming around me when Pumpkin kept nuzzling around my feet. Alice said, “There aren’t many cats like this, sociable and loving.” I took pumpkin home and he kept me warm wrapping himself around my head on freezing cold winter Chicago nights. Pumpkin was my cat for many years until someone stole him in Arizona.
Alice was pretty. Olive skinned, pleasingly plump with dark hair. Large breasts her husband would rudely mention in my presence like I give a “rats ass,” and he always told Alice how beautiful she is. Alice must have needed assurance she was more beautiful than me? Sexual predators have low self-esteem are insecure and are shallow. They’re needy because there’s nothing in there. As we’re driving back to Chicago, Alice tells me, “Milan is dirty. He doesn’t shower, and when he lays on top of me, he can’t perform. He clams up.” Now I’m really in sickening shock. This is the excuse Alice went off with a stranger and had sex, and now I’m hearing about Milan being greasy. I thought she was a Jehovah’s Witness. They’re supposed to have morals, aren’t they? That’s all they talk about in Kingdom Halls. Godly morals against sexual sin. I’m just learning. Turns out, Alice informs me, she cheated on Milan a few times in the past Milan knows about. No wonder he clams up around her. Why would he stay with her? I continue to allow Alice in my life. Whoever Alice can victimize. It is of no concern to Alice. She wears a mask. What you see is not what you get. Stupid of me. I’m always in deep thought. I’m friendly but shy too. I’m loyal and polite. It had to be a lot of life experience with a thousand people to my Christian maturity, and I’m continually inundated with people without a clue who I am and what is in my heart. I’m continuously every day of my life taking in Bible knowledge. Are you? This is who I am now. It’s been a long hard journey to get here.
One evening, Kathy, Jerry, me, and a handsome single friend of Jerry’s, an American Airlines pilot are all visiting in Jerry’s apartment. I’m in the kitchen with Kathy listening and commenting with the guys. I had left a note by the door buzzer for another friend I had invited to come up to Jerry’s.
Then Alice unexpectedly walks into Jerry’s apartment. She wasn’t invited. Alice within seconds sits next to the tall dark single and handsome American Airline pilot, practically on top of him. Alice and the airline pilot, soon thereafter, end up leaving together. Have sex. Never hearing or seeing each other again. Alice is supposed to be a Jehovah’s Witness, married to Milan. It gets back to me that Alice was menstruating that night too. Alice is grotesque, the airline pilot is too. Grotesque !!!
My friend Kathy is really alarmed by Alice and asked me what sup with this lady.? Kathy must have forgotten that there was one day with her anorexic looking friend who was visiting and soon to be marrying another tall dark and very handsome doctor when we’re together in my apartment and Kathy and the friend actually ask me to get naked with them. Lord have mercy. I was in shock with this too. Absolutely, absolutely not would I do such a thing. What is it in me Lord that knows this is wrong? I am not a lesbian but have had lesbians hit on me even in my old age. A terrifying abomination. Sexual immorality of any kind is an abomination against your own body and God.
Somewhere in between these two above shocking experiences with Alice, she was alone with me in my apartment and hit on me too. She said, “You know how when we were in high school, we’d fool around with each other.” What? Hell no! I never did any such thing. I looked at her dead in her eyes and said, “Absolutely not. No! Not me.” She was asking to have sex with me. She obviously was living a triple life having sex with anyone of any sex anytime she felt to. Three strikes you’re out? Not yet. Then the grand crescendo! All of the former and below occurred within maybe one month.
One evening Roger Langsdale asked me to go for dinner and I invited Alice telling her she’d be paying for herself of course. I was so stupid to even be in contact with her. I’m in my apartment and Roger’s apartment is up several floors. I’m just waiting on Alice. I call Roger and he tells me Alice is at his apartment. She didn’t come to mine. She went straight up to his apartment. Now Alice was putting the moves on my friend, Roger who had absolutely no interest in her at all. He was my friend who drove with me from Chicago to Palm Springs, California in my brand-new Toyota Supra convertible. After Palm Springs visiting his sister, we went to his sister’s home by the ocean with her famous doctor husband. All I recall is the doctor kept asking me to undress in the pool and their home had the worst interior design on earth. They were multi-millionaires with wall paper from the stone age and furniture so hideous you’d think they grew up in a ghetto in no man’s land.
Which reminds me about when I was pulled over for speeding on my adventure from Chicago to California. I got out of my car and walked under the viaduct toward the police officer who was the most drop-dead gorgeous man I’d ever seen. His shoulders were wide. He was probably 6’6″ and his face was an absolute smiling picture of perfection. I just stood there. He didn’t give me a ticket. He just looked at me for a long while and then said, “slow down.” I’ll never forget that gorgeous man. Roger was kind of boring actually. Plus, he’d been married 4 times, and I wasn’t interested in him romantically, I knew better although he was interested in me. It wasn’t going to happen. What’s wrong with a person married 4 times at age 40? I’d never been married once. Good thing.
Then there was the incident with Alice and my friend, Atour Abrams. He was half Iranian, and half Iraqi, a 5’6″ handsome to some else, Assyrian, an immigrant from the middle east who had escaped the Iran-Iraq War escaping through Greece to the US. Tony as Atour was called was the boyfriend of the only female roommate I ever had. She picked Tony up on Devon Avenue when I loaned her my car one evening. Miriam would never pay her half of the rent; always stealing my things and jealous of me so, it didn’t work out. She betrayed me a couple of times as well. One time she cracked me up when she told me when she was a little girl no one would play with her because she was so ugly. Miriam, my one and only and last roommate was prior to living on Oakdale. Tony broke up with Miriam, and I ran into him at a 7/11 on Devon Avenue while he was outside making a phone call. Tony and I would hang out once in a while after I came home from work at my apartment on Oakdale. He was a gifted carpenter living at home with his large family in a Chicago apartment. He was proficient in several languages. Tony told me about how when he was in the war, he jumped up onto a tanker, opened the hatch and threw a grenade into it. He threw a grenade into a tanker onto a person from his actual homeland due to being born in Iran and moving to Iraq growing up. His father was a tailor, and he’d tell me the stories of how his dad would invite hookers to his tailor shop and be with them in the closet. Tony was always rolling a joint and smoking while we’d visit. Ends up he was in love with me and showed up at my door one evening with three dozen red roses asking me to marry him and not having a clue why I said no. I had zero interest in him in any romantic way at all; he was around 5’6′ and I’m over 5’9″ tall. He was obsessed with me to the point of stalking. He called Miriam from my apartment that evening and told her he wanted to marry me while she was sobbing loudly just to hurt her and told her I said no. This fact got all over the middle eastern community because he was the third male who had asked me to marry them that I turned down. I considered them only acquaintances; not even friends. Assyrian men consider themselves Christian and know absolutely nothing about the Bible or God; and the same with Moslem men. They have double standards on their behaviors and sins but condemn females that sin. They know nothing about God and call God Allah. Allah is the furthest thing from God’s name, which is Jesus. Assyrians do know Jesus but pray to idols and the men often have no morals. They will condemn you if you contradict their faith both Assyrian which is Catholic and Moslems.
Once I let Miriam stay with me for a few weeks at another one of my apartments by my University I attended when she was looking for a place, and she asked me if I would lay with her and Tony. Lord have mercy. I haven’t thought about all this for years. How did I get through it all, only God knows. I would never do such a thing. I’m grossed out by the thought of it. Back to Alice. I can’t recall how Alice ended up at a bar with Atour/Tony. I don’t recall him ever drinking; only smoking, but Alice somehow ends up at a bar with my friend, Tony. He was probably stalking me outside my apartment building on Oakdale and Alice showed up, but they end up in a bar. Tony informs me that she put the move on him. Alice was now attempting to hook up with my friend Tony. Wow! Did Alice have problems. Around this time, I recall her saying she wanted to get back to the Kingdom Hall because apparently, she was inactive. She said she needed the spiritual food. It’s not going to help Alice. You have the heart and mind of a serpent. She doesn’t have an ounce of loyalty in her bones.
I was highly pissed off after Tony told me this what Alice did. He had no interest in Alice. Alice was married besides. They were about to break up; Alice and her husband, Milan after fourteen years of marriage. Alice had met some ugly man named Larson who owned a bar. I knew little about the guy. This was the only time in my entire life I acted out in public, and it wasn’t of much account. I was sick of Alice, and she was about to find out. I walked into Larson’s bar where she was sitting having a cocktail and there were several others at the bar. I stood there and went on how Alice is a married woman and has betrayed me and her husband picking up men at a ranch in Wisconsin; attempting to pick up several of my guy friends and even to pick up me. I grabbed her drink from in front of her and I poured it on her head. As I was leaving, her boyfriend bartender just stood there, and another man asked me what she did. I said, “ask Alice. She likes attention. She’s a married whore.”
At the same time as all of this, I had financial interest in the Bar Association Restaurant by DePaul University which we sold prior to me leaving Chicago to move to Phoenix, Arizona. I walk into the restaurant, and Milan is sitting at the bar alone. Alice and Milan are divorcing. All I recall is that I had enough of these two Jehovah’s Witness want-a-bees. Milan goes on to be with some dancer lady, Tony told me had a great body; while Alice lingers at the Larson Bar with the ugly bartender named Larson.
This pathetic married broad named Alice actually said to me, “You just sweep men off your porch.” “I do no such thing. I care about my friends whether they’re men or women. It doesn’t mean I want to be intimate with any of you or want to marry any of them. I have no desire to betray my friends, and I will never do so.”
A real true friend is virtually impossible to find. We go through our entire lives seeking the loyalty and love of a true friend; and never might find one. Most people we encounter we don’t even want to be friends with. They are of no interest to us. The older and wiser we are we have the intuition to see through them. When we are in a church to worship our Creator, Jesus we realize people are unfriendly and not genuine to other people like Jesus was. Approachable and genuine.
We each have to be true to ourselves. Our Creator Jesus is the true identifying God of our future. The only true friend we will ever have is our Lord, our Creator Lord Jesus. He created our hearts just the way they are. He knew even the embryo of each of us. Our Creator knows the hearts he loves and created. We were all created to serve our Creator and barely any do. It has all been put in writing. Do you know what book the “Word of God” that all the wisdom of mankind is in or don’t you? Probably not. Even people who claim they know who God is in every religion on earth don’t know their Creator. They walk into every church on earth. They have not a clue who God is. What happens when they die after the 70 or 80 years of a life of pain and suffering when they die?
Soon thereafter, I packed a U-Haul truck and attached my Toyota Supra to it and never looked back or thought about any of them. Good riddance! I have a life to live. I have a future ahead of me.
Always Christian with love forevermore at Anne Fisher Foundation. Women Protecting Women and Children.