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)
Mine refused to wear a condom. As soon as I figured out what was going on with him, with all the other women (more than a dozen others that I knew about . . . in a two-month period), I went straight to my OB-GYN for every STD test known to man. I’m sure he’s not using one with any of the women. He says he has only had sex with one woman — his girlfriend — for the past year. I believed him. I’m sure the others did/do too.
Yes! The moment we were finished in bed, on came the TV. I swear there were evenings where I felt more connected and more understood by Jon Stewart than by my exP. AND, he had sex planned so that we’d be done by 8pm, when The Daily Show came on. I got to watching the clock and knew that by 7:52, the sex was almost over.
PS: To show you I am just as “bad” about this as everyone else, the VERY FIRST thought that went through my head when I saw my husband on the ground after the crash with 3rd degree burns on 95% of his body was “I knew you always wanted to be cremted, but I thought you wanted to be dead first.” I ALMOST SAID IT TO HIM. To this day I am not sure what made me NOT say it.
My second thought was, “I know he can’t survive,” and my third thought was “where is my son D and the others? I can’t survive this if I lose them all.” Those two thoughts I did say out loud to my cousin who was beside me, and his reply was “don’t say that” like somehow if I said it, it would make it true.
The odd (funny?) thing was, though, if I HAD SAID that to my husband I honestly think he would have laughed even in the shape he was in. He was just that kind of guy.
Oy! “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”
Did you drive past my house two years ago? LOLOLOLOL!
Well, I must confess to a little M*A*S*H* humor…that’s what I call that kind of humor…like you are talking about Oxy. You know…where if you don’t kinda laugh you are going to break and cry until you cannot take it anymore?
Once My PX hub was going to show me how to get this spirited black horse we owned to come into the barn….like I didn’t know how to get a horse!!!! for crying out loud!!! He never messed with them. It was dark and he goes for a grain bucket….and I warned him…he stands right outside one stall and shakes that grain bucket. I got the heck outta the way….and here comes this black horse bolting into the barn area [area was totally dark] and plowed my x so hard it sounded like a car wreck…and he flew about four feet into the air[sounded like] and I heard him land outside the barn area on the rocks. No sound…and it was pitch black outside. I stood there and laughed my arse off….snickering quietly to myself….then, I thought…hopefully…maybe this ole’ boy ain’t gonna make it. Hmmmmm, naw no chance. Bwaahaahahahahaha! Just kiddin’ ;P Anyway: I said, “if you do not answer me…I am dialing 911 [or 811 :P]. He breathlessly whined: “I will be ok, I hope.” *I snapped my fingers. 😉
Yea, Twice, they are EXPERTS at everything, THEY THINK!
“Natural consequences” is what happened to your X. He deserved it, but they never seem to learn.
Steal—go to jail. Kill, go to prison. …well, sometimes.
I call it gallows humor, or black humor, but MOST humor is that kind. Some one elses’ pain. (or natural consequences for arrogance or stupidity.)
My favorite one is the woman bending down in front of a little girl, maybe 5-6 years old. In the background is the smoking ruins of a house, and the mother says, “Mommie and daddy are not mad at you, sweetie, we are mad at the NAUGHTY THING YOU HAVE DONE!” ROTFLMAO
LOL!
Always above the rules and not responsible.
Wow.
I found this website and blog over six weeks ago, the first time I attempted to break up with the man I’ve been dating for a over two years right now. It was just a mistake really that I found it, the first time it entered my mind that he might actually be manipulating/using me. I ran away from this blog because I couldn’t believe this man who I loved so much could be a sociopath.
I went back to him. He has wooed me and wowed me, and gotten me to talk about why I left him. I did leave him in part because I thought I had discovered a really nasty part of his sexuality. He has gotten that information out of me.
I want to leave him again. I have been very very frightened of him. I am now very aware of how he has manipulated me, performed a role even, to restore himself in my life.
I read this post today, and I see him. I’m still frightened; I won’t lie about that. But I’m admitting that he does fall very firmly in this category. And I take comfort from seeing that others have been able to extract themselves from such a person.
So I want to thank you. thank you thank you—
LouiseG: I relate…I’ve been there/done that/got the t-shirt/wore it out and fled……it can be done!
How do you flee? I really am in a quandary! Do I have to move? I am getting very paranoid about everything I do, watching my back like crazy. He even said once that he thought it would make quite a great story if he committed an outrageous murder. . . . this is what scares me most of all. He knows all my patterns; he knows all my habits now.
Louise: there is much more information available here and from posters that can add to this information.
For me: I had to squirrel back money and then sneak off with just a car full of my clothes/items and go to an apt I had rented prior. {I sneaked off while he was at work}. Then I got a restraining order and a court hearing to get him put out of the house all the while keeping my whereabouts secret. I had to sneak in/out with police protection to feed my animals. [he took many items/furniture and trashed the house]Once I had him out of the house I had a male friend that stayed in one side of the house with me. I kept the gate locked and the restraining order in place. Once I was afraid and had to go to the PA for protection as my car came up with damage. I have guard dogs here also. [I do have a permit to carry a firearm]. He stalked my place of employment several times and I had to drive to the police station and have them go to his work and tell him he was going to jail if he so much as phoned me. There are ways to relocate and start with id protection if you feel your life is in danger. I would never underestimate these people…better safe than sorry.