I address this post mainly to my female audience because, in my experience, the pathology I’ll be discussing, while not exclusively male, is more often than not expressed by men against women.
I revisit here what I regard as an important relationship red flag: When you meet a man who seems to be “Mr. Perfect,” someone “you can’t find anything wrong with,” you need to take a good long pause; otherwise, trouble bodes.
Now I’m not talking about, or maligning, the experience of “great chemistry.” Great chemistry, even electric chemistry, where you hit it off instantly, is a good thing and sometimes a good omen.
But there’s an important difference between “great chemistry” versus the sense of having met and experienced “perfection.” The genuine Mr. Right, in other words, is a very different creature than Mr. Perfect, who almost always will be a quack.
There are a number of reasons for this. First, men perceived by the women they meet as “too good to be true” are often men with an agenda to be perceived as too good to be true. These men are often calculating narcissists or sociopaths for whom the game, the challenge, the principal goal, is to disarm their female [target] objects with their apparent, and compelling, perfection.
To advance their agenda these men may exhibit inordinately seductive qualities right from jump—inordinate levels, for instance, of charm, politeness, thoughtfulness, soliticousness, sacrifice and attentiveness (in a word, responsiveness).
But this isn’t a case of their being on their “best behavior,” as new partners normally are with each other; rather, it’s a case of their being on their best “contrived” behavior, their intent being to effect an impression of perfection as if they are cut from a different cloth—specifically, the cloth of male romantic perfection.
These men may want you to regard them as Princes heaven-sent; they may want you to feel that it took something like your lottery-like good fortune to have found them.
Many of them will be seeking the approbation of your social circle; they may want those around you to ask as with shaking heads, “Where did you find him?” “What planet did he come from?” “Oh my God, he’s like”¦perfect!”
These men will often “groom” you not unlike how the sexual abuser grooms his victims—with promises of his special attentiveness, gratification and protectiveness. This exploitive strategy is extremely potent as it accesses deeply-held fantasies to be perfectly loved, protected and embraced.
Other LoveFraud columnists and astute posters have correctly noted that not all of these men are consciously operating as predators. While true, it’s also important not to minimize just how many of these men are, consciously, operating with predatory agendas.
In either case, these are not men who love, respect, or even like women. Rather, they use women for ego-gratifying and ego-masturbatory purposes. And just as the thrill of a masturbatury experience fades fast, so too does the thrill that women give such men fade with often startling, disorienting suddenness.
While this dynamic may or may not confuse the exploiter, it will surely confuse the unalert woman.
In their “grooming” process, these men will often pull out all the stops: they may, for instance, be the best, most attentive lovers you’ve ever had while all the while they’re not actually enjoying the sex because they’re not present; rather, they are watching themselves, and watching themselves with you, as if they’re porno aspirants determined to make a name for themselves, determined to stamp themselves (to legendize themselves, if you will) in your mind.
Many of these men are desperate to be the fantasy of their perfect selves–that is, the fantasy of themselves as special, unique, memorable. And so they tend parasitically (and compulsively) to seek cooperative, vulnerable hosts (such as you) as if to hold for them, store for them their slippery, empty gestures at immortality. (I intend to flesh this idea out in a separate post, recognizing the incompleteness of my explanation.)
We’ve discussed some of these concepts before, but another of them bears repeating: Narcissists, sociopaths and their like will chew you up for the temporary ego-gratifying nutrients you can supply them in the short-term; and then, like a piece of chewing gum from which they’ve extracted all the sugar, they’ll spit you out, devalue and discard you, now that you’ve lost your flavor (and thus use).
(This article is copyrighted (c) 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW)
Sounds the perfect description of my last relationship with the psychopath…down to the T. And I mean PERFECT!! lol!
Lots of powerful sentences here:
But this isn’t a case of their being on their “best behavior,” as new partners normally are with each other; rather, it’s a case of their being on their best “contrived” behavior,
HUGE DIFFERENCE!!!
These men will often “groom” you not unlike how the sexual abuser grooms his victims—with promises of his special attentiveness, gratification and protectiveness.
OMG! YES!!!!!!!!!!!! And follow through with the opposite!
And the other part that hit me hard and should be framed:
“Other LoveFraud columnists and astute posters have correctly noted that not all of these men are consciously operating as predators. While true, it’s also important not to minimize just how many of these men are, consciously, operating with predatory agendas.
In either case, these are not men who love, respect, or even like women. Rather, they use women for ego-gratifying and ego-masturbatory purposes. And just as the thrill of a masturbatury experience fades fast, so too does the thrill that women give such men fade with often startling, disorienting suddenness.
While this dynamic may or may not confuse the exploiter, it will surely confuse the unalert woman.”
You head the nail on the head. Some of these guys may have so little self-insight that they do this predatory behavior over and over, not really aware or caring about the impact on the woman, but just once again idealizing some woman, only to find out , nope, this high didn’t last either. And with others, like the man I was involved with, are not aware of all their motives, but for the most part, they know exactly how the story is going to end and they look forward to watching the woman suffer at the end.
They LOATH women. Yes.
With the man I was involved with, sex felt exactly like I was a tool in his masturbatory session. and when he did turn his attention to me, which was rare, it definitely felt like it was all about him demonstrating his ability (he thought) to control me.
Now that I’m out of the fog, it is amazing to me what I did, what I allowed, what I didn’t scream at, sock him in the face for, etc. I did the homework you’ve assigned in previous posts and I totally get what signs I missed and why and it will NEVER happen again. A creep like him will never use me again. I have compassion for the woman I was then and why I did what I did, even while it amazes me.
We are much more biological than we want to admit. I was in the throes of first love returned chemicals, betrayal bond renewed throes, and a depression at home and a Katrina burn out at work….and I completely lost my way.
It has made me more compassionate toward most people …and also LESS tolerant of evil people.
Thanks for a great post.
Great article, Steve!!!!!! VEry well worded and very clear!!!! this one is even above your usual wonderful level of article. It is an A++!!! THANKS!!!!!
So we said, Steve.
I can only add that as his “other life” became more active, his “TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE” act at home became even more
seductive. Of course, I didn’t know it at the time.
Looking back, and knowing what I know now, I can match up his acting out (by his credit cards) with those times he either showed more contempt for me OR Prince Cahrming would show up.
In the beginning of our relationship, he was the hurt little boy who only needed to be loved – so sweet, hard working, going out with my friends, dancing, always wanting my company – even if I was just driving his work route with him or watching him work on a side job – HE wanted ME with HIM – I thought.
Now- what looked like the need for MY company was just the need for an audience- not wanting to be alone. Someone to tell him what a great job he was doing -how talented he was.
SO all the things I told him about what I desired in a man (when we were still just friends) -he portrayed himself to be over time. I gave him the script unknowingly.
Eventually, he no longer wanted to BE WITH me, spend time with me, he no longer danced with me -never – I would sit at a function and be the only couple sitting at a table while all the others were dancing – I was crushed every time.
The hard worker – faded over time and now feels he has worked long enough/ hard enough .
You are so right about the sex- great technique although my experience is limited by todays standards, but it was like an accomplishment to please me -a testimony of his skill , rather than a giving of pleasure for love and intimacy. At least once in awhile, it would have been nice to feel connected rather than ravished – to feel loved , cherished -not sure if I am making myself clear here. Even at the end , when it was all crumbling he still attempted sex – until I asked him why that was the only way he could connect . I had refused him for two months straight because I could no longer ignore the lack of connection -but he still tried up until two weeks before he left. I do agree it was his way of controlling me and proving he could still get to me.
I don’t think he likes women either – I know he has no respect – but I think he really has no use for anyone except providing sex, caretaking and pumping him up – he doesn’t show much interest in anyone’s life actually – even our children.
Terrific article, Steve -once again. It has really got me to thinkink along some lines I haven’t considered before.
So we said, Steve.
I can only add that as his “other life” became more active, his “TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE” act at home became even more
seductive. Of course, I didn’t know it at the time.
Looking back, and knowing what I know now, I can match up his acting out (by his credit cards) with those times he either showed more contempt for me OR Prince Cahrming would show up.
In the beginning of our relationship, he was the hurt little boy who only needed to be loved – so sweet, hard working, going out with my friends, dancing, always wanting my company – even if I was just driving his work route with him or watching him work on a side job – HE wanted ME with HIM – I thought.
Now- what looked like the need for MY company was just the need for an audience- not wanting to be alone. Someone to tell him what a great job he was doing -how talented he was.
SO all the things I told him about what I desired in a man (when we were still just friends) -he portrayed himself to be over time. I gave him the script unknowingly.
Eventually, he no longer wanted to BE WITH me, spend time with me, he no longer danced with me -never – I would sit at a function and be the only couple sitting at a table while all the others were dancing – I was crushed every time.
The hard worker – faded over time and now feels he has worked long enough/ hard enough .
You are so right about the sex- great technique although my experience is limited by todays standards, but it was like an accomplishment to please me -a testimony of his skill , rather than a giving of pleasure for love and intimacy. At least once in awhile, it would have been nice to feel connected rather than ravished – to feel loved , cherished -not sure if I am making myself clear here. Even at the end , when it was all crumbling he still attempted sex – until I asked him why that was the only way he could connect . I had refused him for two months straight because I could no longer ignore the lack of connection -but he still tried up until two weeks before he left. I do agree it was his way of controlling me and proving he could still get to me.
I don’t think he likes women either – I know he has no respect – but I think he really has no use for anyone except providing sex, caretaking and pumping him up – he doesn’t show much interest in anyone’s life actually – even our children.
Terrific article, Steve -once again. It has really got me to thinkink along some lines I haven’t considered before.
Really so true ! Fascinating.
‘…they’re not actually enjoying the sex because they’re not present; rather, they are watching themselves, and watching themselves with you, as if they’re porno aspirants determined to make a name for themselves, determined to stamp themselves (to legendize themselves, if you will) in your mind. ”
I remember we made love (that is what i thought we were doing) after 4 months of being apart. Honey moon phase…and i noticed him watching him/us in the mirror. First time i noticed that i went into denial, but later on, when i realised it was not by chance, i had that “sick in stomack’ feeling.
While i was looking into his eyes and “angelic” face, searching for love expressions, he admired his ownself.
Moreover, he was always explaining what kind of position is the position we just had, as if it was of some importance (now i understood it was, BUT TO HIM).
Instead to whisper love words, he used to take long look into my eyes and say: this is this or that position.
I felt like i was on some sexual education class lol
Now i got it, finally
newlife08:
Amen, sister. Amen.
Doesn’t matter if they’re gay or straight — they’re all cut out of the same cloth. When you described how crushed you werre that you were the only couple sitting at a table, it made me think back to my relationship with S — that I was in a relationship and had never felt more alone. That is the worst feeling in the world.
As for him feeling he doesn’t need to work anymore because he has worked hard and long enough, well gee, how nice for him. Since by all accounts YOU have been the only one pulling his plow, what does that mean? That you’re supposed to support this sack of shit in his desired retirement?
I can still remember S telling me what he wanted out of life. In retrospect it was interesting that it was basically MY life. To this day, I don’t think that he understood that I genuinely meant it when I told him the week we left for Greece last year that the trip was a LAST CHANCE for us to get back on track. So, we went on the trip, the train not only was no longer on the tracks, but went clear over the cliff. I then saw that all he wanted was MY life without ME in it. So, I closed the Bank of Matt, I turned off the credit cards, I made sure he knew that I was taking trips by MYSELF and started to live MY life without HIM in it.
Today, S is forty, fat, flacid, a failure, living in a flophouse. If that constitutes winning, then I guess he’s won. If I had to hedge my bets, I don’t think his list of prospects for him to parasitically hook onto is all that great. He reminds me of one of those characters in that old cartoon “Pinky and the Brain” where one of the characters was always saying “We’re going to take over the world.” I guess in his fantasy of “perfection” that’s exactly what he is going to do. How pathetic.
So, this year I went off to Greece and had a wonderful time with the new b.f. The new b.f., from day one, has been the antithesis of the men Steve describes in this article. Is he perfect? Hardly. But, he is genuine – genuinely kind, genuinely thoughtful, genuinely caring. Funny, how after being involved with an S you become so adept at seeing whether someone is shining you or genuinely sincere.
HEY , MATT,
How the heck are ya? Sounds like you are doing just fine , my friend – so glad to hear it !!!!!!
I am still stuck in limbo -but he is crashing – thinks I should relent and get the pressure off him – something I will not do.
Just waiting for the forensics to finalize so I can make more sane decisions financially.
He is letting me struggle- but he knows I WILL NOT fail my kids …….seems more than happy to allow me to carry the financial burden for my household while he is crumbling under the mess he made – no crew left but one guy, BBQ is failing – hasn’t paid his creditors.
It’s really sad, Matt, just 4 years ago we had 2 paid for homes and we could have rented the third as a retirement fund.
Now , after all his loans and DEALS -there won’t be much left.
Stay tuned- I am sure I will have loads of questions for you as we get to the end of this road………….
Meantime…..peace and stay well
newlife08:
Good to hear from you. Knowledge is power. Once the forensics are done you will be able to make some sane financial decisions. The not knowing is the worst.
I am glad your S is crashng and burning, although I’m sorry he is inflicting the damage on you and your kids.
Feel free to ask any questions you’ve got. If you need to ask something offline, pass your contact info onto Donna and she’ll get it to me.
I’m still smarting from a stunt my S ex-boss pulled on me. I was the top candidate for a position. She gave me a good recommendation. Then she turned around, clued her out-of-work lover (former colleague of mine) about the job, had him slant his resume just right, and gave him a better reference than me. Guess who got the offer. While it’s nice to hear from people who have learned/figured out what she did, it still doesn’t put a paycheck into my checking account. I’ve taken the approach that I obviously did something right to have gotten as far as I did in the interview process. As for the S ex-boss and her lover, I leave that to the chattering masses.
Steve , great post:)
very interested in your fleshing out of the following point:
‘Many of these men are desperate to be the fantasy of their perfect selves”“that is, the fantasy of themselves as special, unique, memorable. And so they tend parasitically (and compulsively) to seek cooperative, vulnerable hosts (such as you) as if to hold for them, store for them their slippery, empty gestures at immortality.’
I know this sounds WAY silly, but I watched an episode of a TV series called ‘Angel’ in which a parasitic ‘demon’ repeatedly jumped from body to body using ‘love’ as a way to get close enough to ‘infect’ the person, the hosts would be destroyed in the process and the parasite had to keep jumping on to the next in order to survive because the host was dead and wouldnt last long, aaaanyway in the end it was prevented from being able to jump into a new host and in desperation wandered around crying ‘love me’ ,’I need to make a connection’… I sat there and thought THATS HIM! He IS a parasite, he cannot exist without ‘going through’ other people ‘ it is how he survives in this world without(for want of a better word) ‘soul’ of his own… but he destroys everyone he touches in the process and they therefore very quickly become useless… what a wretched ‘existance’… they maybe use their ‘hosts’ to hold for them, store for them their slippery, empty gestures at MORTALITY. ?
(wafffle, waffle..and the tv nerd of the day award goes to…;)