san (03/10/83)
I have read with interest the recent submissions on this net regarding the attempts by friends to stop a person from committing suicide. I owe a large debt of thanks to one such person myself. A number of years ago, while still in college, I fell in love with a diminutive woman named Lucille. We were amazed to discover that both of us had never known another person. Needless to say Lucille and I decided to save ourselves for the big occasion. But whenever we met in the interim period we would get excited about the prospects of sexuality that lay ahead of us. Three years later we were married and ended up in Paris for our honeymoon. Our first night together was a colossal disaster. I was inadequate beyond belief and our marriage could not be consummated. Devastated I told Lucille I was going out for a walk and started walking towards the Pont-de-Gaulle on the Seine. Halfway down the bridge I turned to jump into the river when a lady of the night, whom I shall call Dominique, beckoned me. Upon hearing my story she immediately blamed me for being insensitive and uncaring of my friends and seeing that I was impervious to her pleadings, started slapping me around and calling me names. And you know what! Something snapped and a great desire awakened inside of me. Thrusting 300 francs into Dominique's outstretched hand and muttering a hasty "Merci Beaucoup" I rushed back to Lucille and told her all. We now have three children and whenever we get romantic I tell Lucille that I am going out for a walk. She immediately flies into a rage, starts calling me names and slapping me ... Sam A. Nolan eagle!raven!san
ccf (03/14/83)
I commend Sam A. Nolan (raven!san) for courageously acknowledging his hopeless inadequacy and sharing his story with the readers of this newsgroup. Like so many others I also suffer from the same sinister affliction and my battle to overcome it is remarkably similar to Mr. Noble's. However, in my case the catalyst for my catharsis was not abuse from a common trollop but the inspiring presence of an umbrella. Now, like most men I know, I am always careful to pack an umbrella with my shaving kit when opportunity knocks (if you catch my drift). So, thanks Sam - your story spoke to many of us in ways that you probably never imagined. Keep up the good work! *<--- chuck --->* cbosgd!ccf BTL Columbus