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)
Kathleen: I’ve often heard you can do just about anything to a person if you can make them laugh. Look at Hollywood…how they very carefully use humor to slip in offensive material. Everything has meaning below the face value. Such as the joke you were bothered by….you knew.
and…..how about David Letterman…using humor as a way to deliver his ‘confession’.
Kathleen,
Mine turned the relationship sexual after our first real date, about three weeks after we’d met online. I remember questioning his unwillingness to practice safe sex, and he looked me straight in the eyes, kissed me, held me and said, “Oh, baby, I hope you know that if you get pregnant, I’ll take care of you and our baby.”
Red flag? Absolutely! Big honking red flag. And preposterous statement/promise — the first of MANY. But I was an easy mark for this stuff, after a long and crappy and sexless marriage. I melted into his arms, marched straight upstairs to his bedroom and lost my mind. He was loving and attentive and caring and incredibly sexy. I hadn’t had sex in so long I didn’t pick up on any of the dysfuctional stuff until several weeks later, when I was already in too deep emotionally to care.
TwiceBetrayed, thanks, I agree as well. Sex was such an important component in his strategy for abuse, and for my bonding with him, and talking about sex and understanding how strange and bizarre and manipulative having sex with him was is helping me heal from all of this.
I’m so glad to have this forum, and finally, some friends who actually get it. No one else does. They try, but they don’t. I felt nuts when I was with him, nuts when he was dumping me and even more nuts when I tried to explain it to friends — who made me feel completely insane. They don’t understand why I just don’t walk away. Or why I can’t. And definitely why, after four months of not seeing him, I still think of him first thing in the morning and last thing at night and hundreds of times during the day.
interesting comments about humor. The one thing I noticed about P’s is that they can only laugh AT other people. Most other jokes seem to go over their heads.
Has anyone else noticed this?
I found that I could often “disarm” his rage attacks by laughing at something else. he was very aware that he wasn’t going to get the emotion he wanted (fear) when I was laughing.
That’s another great question: do ANY OF THEM WEAR CONDOMS?
Mine never did.
Sex for them is not equal to love making. its an instinct, animal instinct, which always had to finish with ejaculation. sex without ejaculation was not “the thing”. since he usually couldnt ejaculate during the intercourse, he asked oral satisfaction, or he did it by hand. The moment he finished it, he used to turn on TV on. Thought about cudling never came to his mind…
Jeez, I was easiest mark in town. Neither the N or the S (my opinion on the diagnosis) could laugh at themselves, NOT AT ALL, they could, of course, make fun of everyone else. If I had said anything about the N’s bald little head… well, I never did, so I don’t know what the reaction would have been. The N was crappy in bed, the S that followed was great, I bonded in an instant. Ugh. They/we did not use condoms, another mistake.
Skylar, mine always used condom with others, but never with me. Once i asked him WHY? He said: i dont want to be catched by baby. If he wore it, it was for his own protection, not to protect another one. After we broke up, once he told me he had unsafe oral sex and he is affraid he might catched some desease. I told him to go do the test and to stop any sexual activity before he get results, and if there was something, he should warn his partners. He said: NO WAY, i will just disappear. When i said its not fair, some of them were married women with babies, he said: thats their problem, i am not gonna be stamped as sick in comunity.
NO REMORSE, no conscience…he is dangerous!
Guys, if you look at most JOKES and HUMOR they are based on OTHERS inconvenience, put downs of others, racial, sexual or ethnic things.
The old charlie Chaplin joke of the guy stepping on the banana peel—so we LAUGH at this guy falling and busting his butt.
We laugh at “stupid blonde” jokes, we laugh at racial slurs or stereotypes we laugh at the PAIN or PUT DOWN of others.
When I was in africa I also noticed different cultures had different ways of laughing and looking at things. the Bantu where we were would absolutely HOWL WITH LAUGHTER if someone got almost killed or even pretty seriously hurt by one of the wild animals (large animals) we were trapping and filming. We didn’t see anything “funny” about it, but they did.
Also at another time we rented a helicopter from a man for some film scenes and our pilot crashed it, he didn’t get hurt, but the helicopter was totally CRASHED and the owner was distraught, and WE LAUGHED at his anguish. (he did get paid for it however) but it was a STRESS RELIEF to laugh instead of thinking about how close our friend came to getting killed, and I suspect that is what the Bantu are “laughing” about.
How about “darwin awards” site, where JOKES there are STUPID WAYS PEOPLE GET KILLED OR ALMOST KILLED. this is a VERY popular site.
Humor generally isn’t “kind”—even the things that we ourselves laugh about or jokes we may tell.
We laugh about the cheated on wife who parks her husband’s boat in front of her house and writes “cheater” in spray paint on it, or the guy who is told to return his x wife a pick up and he drives it into the side of her house (I have had those photos e mailed to me) and so on, or the guy who is out in a remote field trying to move his bowels, and is attacked by a romantic donkey and his friend FILMS it as the guy is running through the field with his pants down around his ankles and the donkey is trying to have sex with him. Or as Larry the Cable guy would say, “that thar is funny, I don’t care who you are.”
Or drunk jokes—what’s “funny” about them? Or domestic violence, what is funny about that? There are plenty of JOKES about those though!
So “humor” isn’t generally all that “funny:” if you analyze it at its core, it is always about someone’s pain or embarassment. Some one ELSE’s pain or embarassment.
As OXY once said: i am never ever get involved in any sexual activity BEFORE i get to see the results of man’s tests.