The Infatuation



I have never known anybody like you. You are amazing. You are so loving, so kind and so gentle. Everything you do makes me happy. I didn’t think that was possible, not after the last person I was involved with. I don’t want to go on about that person for too long, why spoil this wonderful moment eh? Suffice to say they were not what I thought they were, a con-artist and a charlatan who made me think that they were something else and they took advantage of my good nature. I know you will not do that. I know you are too good a person. It is written all over you. I cannot believe how lucky I am to have found you. I wasn’t really looking but I am sure glad that I have found you. You are amazing. Have I told you that already? I can see you nodding. Sorry, I am just so excited to have finally found you and I am just so excited about all the adventures and fun we are going to have together. You really are everything that I have ever wanted in a person. There are not enough wonderful adjectives available to describe, there really aren’t.

My friends think I am nuts, but in a good way, because all I do is go on about you. I tell them the places we go to, the marvellous days we spend together and just hat a special, precious and loving person that you are. It restores your faith in human nature after all of the terrible things that have happened, sorry I am mentioning them again, I must stop doing that. I am all over the place, in the good way, this is what you do to me. Anyway, I tell my friends all about you, all of the time and I know that they are delighted to see me so deliriously happy because they have not seen me like this for some time. I have such plans for you and I. Wonderful, momentous and special plans. I want to tell you all about them now because they are that good, but I am not going to. I don’t want to spoil the surprises. This feels like my birthday, Christmas, a promotion and a wedding day all rolled into one. I know you might think I am going over the top but this is how happy you make me feel. I feel like I am on fire, fizzing with anticipation and joy. It is truly sensational and it is all down to you. You have brought this out in me. If it wasn’t for you I don’t know what I would have done. You rescued me and made me smile. You are my world. I mean that. I want to be with you all of the time and forever because you are so giving, so warm, so loving, so considerate, so funny, so attractive and well, just the very, very best. I have told my family about you, naturally and they cannot wait to meet you. I think they are nearly as excited as me. I think of you as soon as I wake up and you are in my thoughts all through the day and as I lie down at night I think of you again and wonder what you are doing and wish I was with you right at that moment.

You move me to the extent that I want to do great things for you and I and everyone else. You inspire me, you drive me and you motivate me. I feel completed now I have you, like nothing can ever hurt me and I know I will never let anything hurt you. That can never happen. I need you and I hope that you need me, we are a partnership and cannot be torn asunder, no matter what the world throws at us.

You will probably have seen my Facebook page littered with all those comments about you. I just feel them welling up inside of me and I have to let them out, give birth to them if you will and let them be shared with the world. It is the right thing to do, to allow such joy and happiness to be shared all around. Why shouldn’t other people be happy as well because we are? I want you. I want you more than anything I have ever wanted before I will do anything with you. I want us to be together, I want us to be one. I want us to grow old together and still be in love in sixty years as we are now. I know what we have is so special that we can achieve that.

I know I am babbling on but it is all good isn’t it? It is right to be this enthusiastic and excited and I know this is always going to be the case. That gives me so much comfort but again it is all because I know that we can rely on one another, trust one another and support one another. We are made for one another. Your hands fit mine perfectly, we coil together at night, fitting perfectly around one another. You finished my sentences and I know what you are going to say right before you say it. It is as if we have been forged from the same thing all those years ago, then separated and finally we have been put back together again in order to be happy and why not, we deserve to be happy. You make me happy and I will do the same for you. I want to tell the world how wonderful you make me feel. I want to take out advertisements in newspapers, on YouTube and on television. I want to shout if from the highest mountain and from the rooftops that I love you.

Am I infatuated? Of course you are. Who wouldn’t be so infatuated when being with someone as gloriously brilliant as me. Now, say that all again to me.

41 thoughts on “The Infatuation

  1. Geminimom says:

    I like that.

  2. sues423 says:

    Here is a classic!… This was written by a guy I used to date…….. 100% narcissist.. is on his 3rd marriage. His behavior follows what HG says to the letter! Married this one within 6 months… he feeds her this crap:

    “No mind in existence can explain how happy i am that your light shines in my life. Your love radiates through the darkness of this world and I appreciate your kindness, your beautiful smile, and your true friendship. I respect all that you are.”

    I cannot wait to see how this turns out given a little more time.
    it’s very entertaining..

    1. NarcAngel says:

      Not sure whos sadder. The one feeding the crap or the one eating it. Why isnt the person who its being fed to snorting and eye rolling as they would when they witness that tripe offered to someone else? Most woukd point out to others its a little over the top. Does it not seem Empaths are capable of a little superiority themselves in thinking oh, but Im different when its offered to them?

      1. sues423 says:

        Right NarcAngel?
        You would think that this BS is transparent but apparently its not. I did see through him when I was dating him. I didn’t know about narcissism but I did always tell him that he was abusive. Some people just fall right into this crap. I guess there are a lot of factors that play into these situations.
        I have a girlfriend that has been through these types of men over and over and still doesn’t get it , or wants to admit it. It’s crazy

      2. TMM says:

        It’s not always spoken. At times the Narc will do this with gestures and non-verbal cues. It’s not a monologue— I can’t think any girl with a pulse would listen to the full run of this and not go; “Are you high?”

        It’s spoon-fed. Like a child eating from a small spoon. You give a little of it…and see if it gets spat out. Scoop up the dribble…and re-feed. Another spoonful. A gesture, a look, a touch, a few words, a whisper, a hand to the lower back, playing with her hair, a meme on social media, a wink across a room…..

        As a SuperEmpath- I see that in one big dose, like eating a massive fast-food meal…..the caloric content is overwhelming. But in smaller bites as if nibbling at a buffet…’s entirely possible to over-eat on this and not realize it until you try to zip your trousers.

        1. MB says:

          TMM, I love how you said that. The salami slicing effect until you can’t zip up your trousers!

  3. abrokenwing says:

    He was soooo infatuated with me that he wished I was dead. He said the same thing to his mother who is the most important person in his life so I should take it as a compliment. I’m such an ungrateful bitch I am.

  4. Siobhan G. says:

    OMG! Yes!!!!
    He was infatuated with me. That makes more sense. Plus, everything was about appearance…how he looked to others, how I looked when we were together.

    So..Infatuation, is being in love with idea of love…so, it was lust & infauation …but never love. As I feel it.

    A huge WOW…HG.

    1. sarabella says:

      I understood this finally last December and told him as much, that he has no idea what love it. All those girls and still no clue. He can post bos flattery stalkish infatuations with girls 30 years his junior but he has no clue what a trusting, loving supportive give and take relationship is.

  5. Narc affair says:

    I now realise infatuation is the narc’s version of love. Infatuation and love are nowhere the same thing. They love the allure of newness.

  6. Amber says:

    How many people’s lives have you ruined? Lol (with all due respect… *curtsy*)

    1. Geminimom says:

      My guess is not even close to 4million victims. HG will make it to heaven for sure. For sure I know.

      1. HG Tudor says:

        I create heaven Geminimom – Potemkin Heaven.

  7. Narc affair says:

    Good ‘ol Rod and his big hair 😂

    1. giulia says:


    2. Sarah says:

      I’m sat rocking, repeating “His wig is a narcissist…his wig is a narcissist”.

  8. NarcAngel says:

    Brilliantlly written and drives the point home. A generous nod to your Canadian fans there with the eh? But then its just in you to give isnt it?

    1. Siobhan G. says:

      Lol…not all Canadians use eh….😂

      1. NarcAngel says:

        I know that all too well but the stereotype is that we say good morning eh right after we emerge from our igloos wearing plaid jackets and begin searching out poutine.

        1. Siobhan G. says:

          Omg!!! Yes narc angel, I hear you. I am guilty of that poutine one 😊

  9. Iknowyourkind says:

    Be very, very careful. The more spectacular and magical the golden phase the harder the fall. Too bad I no longer believe. Sad

  10. Brian says:

    I can imagine you saying these things to someone and they would be quite thrilled, ready to trust, and move in with you quickly :0

  11. joyandpassionarestillmine says:

    LMAO. Can’t help it. Funny as hell!

  12. Sarah says:

    Perhaps a competition, where all the ladies write their own versions of this article for you.

    1. Are you serious??

      1. Sarah says:

        Does a bear shit in the woods?

        1. Lol, is this the type of philosophical question if a tree fell in the woods and no one saw that, did it happen?

          1. Sarah says:

            Yes, because you’d go back to the forest and visually see that it had fallen. Whether or not it made a sound, well, you’d have to ask HG. He knows everything.

          2. The problem is finding the tree lthat fell in a forest with a million trees.

          3. Sarah says:

            I’d rather watch porn.

          4. NarcAngel says:

            Agreed. Plenty of wood there.

          5. Sarah, what on earth.. my goodness….?

          6. Sarah says:

            Yes. I’m due on a Mastermind nasty soon. Questions under the spot light:

            In Silvia Saint’s 1997 Hollywood blockbusting mixed race orgy – what was the name of the man who initially tried to fix her fridge?

          7. Love says:

            Who is ‘George’, for 500 Alex.

          8. Sarah says:

            Is that Jeopardy?

          9. Love says:

            What is Yes for 100 😉

          10. HG Tudor says:


          11. Love says:

            Lol is that a No to George the porno fridge fixer? Or No to Jeopardy?

          12. HG Tudor says:

            No to yes.

          13. NarcAngel says:

            Just a note to say: I feel proud of you as I imagine I might a big brother in participating in tomorrows event. I would say knock em dead but I know you prefer them alive and kicking.

    2. Love says:

      I love this idea, Sarah.

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