Posted on 01/02/2005 1:02:18 PM PST by satchmodog9
It had been a few years since Vern Ballard, 36, was entwined in courtship and obliged to display the affection romance demands. In the early weeks of getting to know this new woman, he said, the two of them passed hours upon hours in conversation but exchanged not an iota of physical contact until she took the initiative.
One day, as their friendship inched toward what he hopes is a committed relationship, she covered his hand with her own and let it linger there for 10 minutes.
"I need to know how to sustain that," said the City College computer systems administrator, explaining why he chose that Sunday morning to cram himself into an Upper East Side studio apartment with 14 strangers and one personal acquaintance.
"In my family," he said, continuing his introduction to the group, "you touched when you were fighting or when you were having sex. I'm in need of some remedial touch."
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"In my family," he said, continuing his introduction to the group, "you touched when you were fighting or when you were having sex."
So, he was having sex with his family?
Too old to remember how and what to do to move a relationship.Poor guy needs more than I can or want to give.
Sounds to me like they were either beating the crap out of each other or making three eyed babies. Nice well adjusted family. People who go into therapy and crap like this mostly come from dysfunction.
"I need to know how to sustain that..."
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Makes me think of the EST idiots a few years ago....I recall a story about executive dorks sitting in a circle, meditating and navel-gazing and one of them wets himself and the rest cheer in support of him/her getting in touch with his/her feelings....gaaaaak.
This is SOOOOOOO 70s.
THE BALLAD OF IRVING (-- or VERN)
Frank Gallop
He was short and fat, and rode out of the West
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
excerpt--link:
http://64.233.167.104/search?q=cache:FZgx378r8SYJ:lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/t/theballadofirving.shtml+%22ballad+of+irving%22&hl=en
who's the skirt?
That is what my wife said after we read the garbage this morning.
I say this as a guy who doesn't have much relationship experience and a person who has difficulty getting to know people well, but even I am calling this guy a moron.
He can't figure out how to keep the woman's attention? Golly. It is hard to believe there are people like that.
The shadows around the face remind me of that Seinfeld episode when Jerry goes around with a girl who is beautiful in good light, but ugly in bad light.
That is some bad light around the face.
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