How Quickly Doth Thy Mask Drop, Oh Psychopath?

I’m 52 years old and I am accepting for once and for all that I am a psychopath magnet. I have dated one after the other, back to back, since I was in my teens (1980’s). I didn’t know anything about psychopathy. There was no internet! It’s hard to remember those days. I hate that it took me so long to recognize that I was raised by my psychopathic father to have no boundaries. He made me highly tolerant of dysfunctional behavior, and until I caught on 8 years ago, I completely fell for men who had “superficial charm” and no actual feelings for me. Such pain I suffered after The Discard! Every time.

I still date men with psychopathy, now knowing that they are incapable of bonding and having real relationships. I go fully into the fake relationship knowing that it’s all about the sex for him. Guess what? I have given up on normal, so from now on … it’s all about the sex for me, too.

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Here’s the story with Adam (don’t even know his last name): We met on a Tuesday afternoon for meet and greet. There was a lot of his blathering “I like your insert blank (this and that and yada yada) – just love bombing to the max. On Friday, we went for dinner and drinks, and of course the love bombing goes on thick. I like being told that I’m beautiful, so do please continue sir. Oh, I forgot to tell you that I knew that he was a psychopath from our first phone conversation. I am highly hip to their dysfunctional storytelling now.

We had sex. We had mind-blowing sex. At least I did. He kept dropping the love bombs, so who knows truth from lies on his part.

The next day, I did my best to avoid his texts, but he kept pretending to like me. It’s ridiculous how transparent he was to me. By Sunday, I just wanted out because he didn’t make me laugh! That’s a requirement – make me laugh and we can hang out more.

Here’s a synopsis of his mask drop: He pretends he wants to be a couple. I say no. He pretends to want my company for dinner. I say ok. Then he abandons the dinner offer and says just sex. lol. I knew that was coming.


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