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)
I have spent 4 years working to supply his needs, sick, in pain, neglecting my child, killing myself to provide every his new need, medical care, car, clothes, helping familly, and my only joy was to meet him once in 3-4 months (we were living in different countries). In addition, it was mt chance to rest and relax from work. Than he came to tell me: Can u skip one journey and instead to send me money to buy new tyres for car?
I was shocked, and told him: NO, i have no money for new tyres. His answer was: AHA, we (it was always WE when it came to his needs) do not have money for tyres, but we have money for traveling. TRAVELING!!!!!! I tolod him: if i do not travel, it will mean we wont meet 6 months! I need to be with u, i need to recharge my batteries, i need tendermnes and being with u!
He said: I NEED NEW TYRES, dont u care if i can get accident on road with old tyres??? U dont care for my life!
So, i was the bad one, careless……..
I told him i am gonna help him to take care of his teeth, they were so bad, he had inflamation…i gave him money for surgery and for bridge…than he told me: i am going to whiten my teeth. I said: i took care of ur health, not about appearance, and he said: AHA, u are jelaous i can look nicer…
BASTRAD!!!!!!
Sorry for vent 🙂 i am just toooooooooooooooo angry
THANKS, everyone, for your input. I’d LOVE to hear from others on this subject.
Sorry if I’m going to freak anyone out with the following — just really want to know my exP’s sexual behavior was as strange as I think it was. So sorry if I offend anyone!!
Sex with my ex was wonderful, in many ways. He had everything very well choreographed. He, too, was obsessed with traveling below the equator, so to speak. Couldn’t do it enough, and he was great at it. In the regular intercourse department, he also had some great tricks/positions/moves up his sleeve that were amazing. So sex was pretty great, actually.
But then again, it wasn’t. Something was horribly dysfunctional. And it wasn’t apparent until after the first few times we had sex.
First, he made no noises at all. Didn’t talk to me, no moaning, nothing. Silence. Creepy silence. But he sure did enjoy that I made a lot of noise.
Second, when he was taking care of me, he always smiled in this “wow, can you BELIEVE what I’m doing to you and how GREAT I’m making you feel????” kind of way — not like he was smiling with me, like he was proud of himself.
Third, he never climaxed when we were doing it. He could do it for hours and . . . nothing. He likes to brag about how he can go on for hours. He could only get off if he was facing my back and couldn’t see my face, or if I was doing the oral thing — which was completely bizarre. Maybe the facing-away thing, where his face was in my hair, had something to do with the fact that every one of the women I know he’s pursued or been involved with while he was seeing me and afterwards is physically very similar to me. We are all the same height within two inches, all have the same slim or athletic body type, all the same hair color and length.
The oral thing was strange. He would plant his hands on his rib cage, tightly shut his eyes and turn his head away from me. If I tried to hold his hand or something to connect with him in any way, he wouldn’t move his hands at all. They were glued to his chest. He never said a word or uttered a peep. It was so frustrating — I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it and once I cried about it. Oh! And a few minutes after he’d climaxed, he’d open his eyes and say, “Thank you.” Like it was a business transaction or I’d just delivered a latte.
What the . . . ???
And he most definitely didn’t call out my name or anything in bed. In fact, he has never called me by my name once in the eight months I’ve known him. Always, “Sweetie” or “Sunshine,” or something similar. I think he was sleeping with so many other women that he didn’t want to call one of us by another’s name.
If I said anything like, “Wow, B, this is the most incredible sex I’ve ever had!” His face would fall and he’d say, “Um, I guess that’s a complement” like I wasn’t supposed to have ever had sex with anyone else before him (I have two children — the jig is up, if you ask me).
AND, relating to Steve’s blog, he definitely wanted to my friends to think he was incredible. He never wanted to meet any of my friends and never introduced me to his, but when I told him I met up with my friends for lunch or something, he’d say, “So did you talk about me?” or “What did you tell them about me?”
Oh! And while we’re on the subject . . . A few times, after I’d suspected that he was a P, but stayed with him anyway, I’d say something like, “Wow, B! You’re so good to me! after we’d had sex. And he’d say, “Yes, that’s my job! My job is to take care of you!”
Huh?
Anyone else have similar experiences??
Thornbud, Vent all you want, that’s what we are here for. your XP was so selfish, but you were strong enough to pull away, so now you can use that strength for your self. When you are done with improving and loving yourself, then you will have more to share with people who love you too.
Trixie,
everything you said was virtually identical except for that I was not allowed to GIVE oral sex (fine with me) only to RECEIVE – whatever.
Skylar,
Interesting! And creepy, really creepy, at the same time!
Trixie
Trixie,
Yep! Eyes closed and a “Thank you”. He took, but did not give much. It was sex with no more touching then necessary. At the end of the relationship, I just felt like I was one of those women in a porn movie. Didn’t realize how right I was!!
A friend of mine, who admits to being somewhat of a sociopath (but he’s a nice one. Kind of like good witches and bad witches in the Wizard of Oz, I guess) said that my exP wasn’t even in bed with me when I did the oral thing or he wasn’t facing me. He was somewhere else, or with someone else, completely. Or trying to pretend he was alone, one or the other. But he wasn’t with me.
EMJ, I never felt like I was in a porn movie. I did, however, feel like I’d hired a Gigalo or something. Superbly skilled, emotionally absent, completely devoid of any real affection. Not the kind of feeling you want to get from a lover, that’s for sure.
Trixie: m”y exP wasn’t even in bed with me when I did the oral thing or he wasn’t facing me.”
I agree. And…I would question if he was bi….hence the facing away. My thoughts/opinion.
I thought of that! It makes some sense, actually. I thought it might have more to do with the fact that he has a long-time, long distance girlfriend who apparently doesn’t know what he does when he isn’t with her. He did have some interest in activities on the other side of town, so to speak. I wasn’t sure if he was interested in that because he was bi or because he thought it would be humiliating for me — so I didn’t do it. But he clearly had a desire to do it, so who knows?!