Love Letter : Using the Power of Love Devotee Against You
I have always used the love letter as a method of building my connections with my target. I first started at school when one would write a short note and pass it across the class to the object of one’s affection. With a sideways glance I would watch as she would open the piece of paper up and smile before nudging her friend sat besides her and both would look my way with a smile and a giggle. Ah, from such acorns did my prowess with the billet-doux grow.
Those early ‘romances’ which in truth lasted little more than a month or so before we moved on to someone else gave way to the first proper girlfriend and then more meaningful correspondences sprang up. I remember during the Easter holidays in my penultimate year at school I engaged in an exchange of letters with a young lady who lived in a village a little way from where I lived. She would write a letter and I would receive it the next day. I immediately wrote a reply and she would receive it the next day. Back and forth our letters went. Of course we had no such thing as Instant Messenger or text messages. E-mail was in its infancy and was certainly not something that was used from home. I remember she wrote on light green paper placed inside a green envelope. It certainly stood our when it arrived on the doormat in the morning. I of course responded by writing (no use of typewriter or word processor back then) on crisp white paper of a decent thickness which would be folded into a third and inserted into an envelope. I still have her letters along with all of the others that I have received. Once in a while I will lift the box from on top of the wardrobe and sit and rifle through the contents. I have no real interest in the content or returning to those moments, I usually do it in front of my current partner in order to provoke a reaction from her.
Those early letters exchanged that Easter began as exchanges about what we had been doing each day, talking about other friends and then began a mild flirtation. We ended up as girlfriend and boyfriend after the letter writing. This earned me considerable kudos with my peers since the girl in question was held up as one of the most desirable in the year (although looking back I suspect much of that was to do with the fact that she arrived in our first year well-developed for her age). I recall when we went to watch a film at the cinema on of our dates she told me,
“You are not my usual type. I usually go for older boys but I loved what you wrote to me. Nobody has done that before.”
Whilst I cannot of course lay claim to be the only person who has written a love letter, it became apparent that it had become something of a dying art. I do not mean silly notes in class or something that resembles little more than an extract from a diary. Instead I am referring to the sweeping, grand, romantic proclamations of love and desire. Vulgarity is not allowed in this poetic pieces of literature, instead should one wish to express a physical need for coupling then the application of euphemism and analogy came to the fore.
I honed my craft corresponding with girlfriends from university. Invariably we came from different parts of the country and therefore during holidays we wrote to one another. I used this as an opportunity to sharpen my skills and polish my prose. The upshot was that thereafter although there was no real need to write to one another (we lived in the same place or even together) the production of a love letter left on a pillow or placed by a prepared breakfast on the dining table worked magically as a method of seduction.
I had a template of about five differing types of letter and have used them on several different ladies. I would copy them word for word with suitable alterations mutatis mutandis to cater for differences in appearance or demeanour. These crafted missives were powerful indeed. They created strong connections between my target and I. The content was such the lady in question would always be swept off her feet and of course when those loving words became barbed and thorny, she would retreat to where she kept them and weep over the beauty contained in those first letters. Knowing that these letters would be clutched in a shaking hand as the tears rolled down her cheeks however weeks down the line was edifying indeed.
I still use them. In a world governed by technology, text speak and the immediacy of communication, the provision of a hand-written billet-doux has a tremendous effect.
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Omg HG. Stop. I hope you don’t do such nonsense now. If I ever get a love letter from some douche bag I’m going to need medicine.
In your case definitely HG! No one is mightier with word then you.
Damn right.
Ha ha HG! I think once again we have reached an accord! 🙃🥰
Ha ha HG! I think once again we have reached an accord!
Hello, H.G.Tudor.
You know, words don’t cost much, and they’re worth nothing. Writings simply torture over and over again.
So easy and so cruel, evil and sadistic.
But isn’t the pen mightier than the sword or such like!?
The plume is more powerful than the sword, in a narcissistic relationship.
Because the sword kills you instantly.
But the feather tortures you constantly and kills you little by little and is much more sadistic.
Ha ha very good.
Words have inordinate value. What????? Words are powerful. Both the spoken and written word. Words have people arrested. Have broken hearts. Have started wars. And the list goes on. I read an article once about a man who pretended to be a woman, and he sent messages to a guy along with false pictures to the point that the words and photos sparked love into that person. Even when the misled person found out that he was` catfished,` the authorities called it being catfished, the love was still inside that man because of those words and photos. I felt bad for him. He was distraught and he was mocked by his acquaintances and the media, all at the same time, when the story came out. For falling for words, and the photos. Photos are important too. The face that launched a thousand ships. BOLO: Be on the lookout for the purpose of words, at any give time. One of my favorite novels was about 3 judges that were imprisoned and they worked together and devised a complicated scheme to send letters and photos of a male youth to all types of influential men and extort money from them. So they ran a business with these letters from prison, to ensnare these secretly homosexual successful men. Some letters worked better than others, etc. along with Future faking that the youth would meet them as well. it was just a photo that worked well for the judges scam. The crisis in the book is that they had accidental got over their heads, when they haplessly entangled a potential presidential candidate, I believe he was, with some of these letters. Words!
Ah, the romance of templates… I cant stop laughing🤣
Something for everyone MK!
I’m suddenly flashing back to so much Donne and Marlowe.
You are truly evil. Keep writing though. These are the truths I need to read. Does SM get the same pillow letter, or did you craft a new one?
Very effective. Not only that they are hand written, but in the content. The words that you use and the way you arrange them creates such flow that the reader is caught up in the fantasy seemingly created just for them rather than questioning the motive or content. It sure beats the hell out of the limited skill set in that of your lesser brethren in offering:
“You up?”
You really are a talented wordsmith. Ironic in a way that your legacy will also be founded on words that uplift and empower, but in a different way and with a different result than you originally intended for your victims.
“You up”—-I almost spit out my coffee! Omg.
NA
I have always been a sucker for an intelligent guy who knows how to write. Hell, part of the reason I keep returning to this blog is the writing itself, not just the subject matter.
Joanne: I never knew an intelligent guy that wrote to me. I am sort of glad now that I missed out of all that fun. This is quite enough! And countless audio as well. I listen so much to the audio, that when I read now, I notice that my reading speed and rhythym and intonation is starting to be paced in British Received Pronunciation. My vowels are changing. And my pauses… and I seem to have discovered the strength of the letter: T. We are influenced by our environment. 🙂
PSE
To be clear, when I say ‘write’ I’m referring to texts, messages, etc. Not cards or letters. I would be in way worse if I received things like that.
You made me laugh with your “strength of the letter T” remark! I am American and find myself emphasizing my Ts much more now 😂
While I was at the gym this morning, Calvin Harris’ ‘Sweet Nothing’ was playing. I thought of you all and of course, my narc 😞
And it’s not enough
To tell me that you care
When, we both know the words are empty air
You give me nothing
Gosh, it really is easy to target and win someone if you want to, if you choose the right, amenable person–or, rather, if you pick amongst the ones that lay themselves right out there before you.
And there are a lot of amenable people out there.I often meet men who would be so easy. I am not interested in that. They are a dime a dozen. And, even though I know I can, I do not want to exploit anyone like that in any way. It just makes me feel uncomfortable. It makes me feel cheap.
Are there ever any fuel sources that are way too easy for you, HG?
lisk
I guess it’s not only a narc thing, but it also applies to normal people who are just “players” – but I agree in that I can’t imagine exploiting someone for my own ego boost or validation. I can’t imagine stirring up someone’s feelings knowing I have no intention on following through. I would not be able to be that FAKE – even behind the veil of a letter or texts, DMs, etc.