He loved the attention during his trial, he was the superstar of his own show. He waved or winked to the girls. He received a lot of letters but answered to people he didn’t know only from time to time. He received all kind of letters though, from people with a mothering instinct to the extreme groupies like Janet (which gave us a good story shared in The Only Living Witness) :
Most worshipful was a woman named Janet, who began writing Bundy in the summer of 1979. He returned a single letter after going to Death Row, enough response from her hero to inspire Janet for months. In September, she wrote him, “I got the letter you sent me and read it again. I kissed it all over and held it to me. I don’t mind telling you I am crying. I just don’t see how I can stand it anymore. I love you so very much, Ted.”
Janet sent him photographs of her and begged for pictures back. Her letters poured in. “I adore you and I just can’t stand not hearing from you,” she wrote. “It’s absolutely tearing me apart. You are so precious to me. I want you so much I can almost taste it. What I wouldn’t give to have an hour alone with you. I would show you in every way how much I love you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”
Janet, who was married, was jealous of Carole. “I guess I should not be writing to you until I get a letter from you letting me know just where I stand,” she once ventured. Janet was willing to overlook Carole, even though “you can’t imagine how bad it hurts me and still is tearing my insides out.”
Janet the letter writer came and started at him. Pale, with severely pulled-back hair, Janet sat smoldering for Ted. She apparently meant what she said in her love letters.
“Dear Carole,” Ted wrote one day, “please do not sit in the same row with Janet. When I look over toward you, there she sits contemplating me with her mad eyes like a deranged seagull studying a clam. I can feel her spreading hot sauce on me already.”