Love Letter : Using The Love Devotee Trait Against The Target



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.

2 thoughts on “Love Letter : Using The Love Devotee Trait Against The Target

  1. Dorion says:

    A narc I met on an online forum definitely used written word to appeal to all kinds of people. He has degrees in philosophy and psychology. He would usually make verbose, seemingly sophisticated posts and articulate posts and managed to get the adoration of a large number of forum members. I liked them initially, too. However, when I engaged in private messages with him, his true colors came out more. He was so different on the public forum (quite attractive) vs. privately (boring, inconsistent, very self-absorbed)!

    He had a story about an ex girlfriend he apparently loved dearly and, after living together for a while, one day the woman threw him out of the apartment by placing all his belongings outside the main door and changing the locks. That wounded him deeply of course, but the woman remained 100% consistent with her no contact, and he tried to hoover many times, for years. When I was having private conversations with the guy, he told me about an old fashioned letter he wrote and sent the woman, hoping for any response. But the response never came. The woman knew he was a narc. He told me what he put in the letter and, to me, it was very unappealing, exaggerated, overly sentimental. I would have never responded to such a letter either even without a significant history with him. He was a good writer on the public forum but excessive, sloppy and sentimental in ways that made me feel nauseous in private. I was glad that his ex kept her determination because I quickly learned from my own interactions with him (that were entirely non-romantic) what a jerk he was, even though he was surprisingly truthful with me. He also told me about his NPD diagnosis, awareness of his narcissism, recommended academic reading material seeing my interest in narcissism, and that pretty much all of his longer term romantic relationships failed, the women always dumped him. Jobs he lost (in part due to substance abuse). An interesting case, because he was aware of his narcissism and the issues it caused but didn’t behave at all like a Greater, based on what I had seen. Much more like a typical Mid Ranger. He definitely showed grandiosity but also lots of pity plays and silences. Interacting with that guy is why I usually tend to think being a Greater narcissist is much more than just being aware of their narcissism – that guy was not able to use it “constructively”, for his benefit. He was also not good at manipulation, I saw through all of it. Then, of course, I became the problem person when I called him out on his BS and he would often post critical comments about me even on the public forum, alternating with expressing admiration. It was interesting to observe but truly made me feel like wanting to throw up. Never responded to him anymore once that started.

    I also figured out his real world identity (the direct interactions were all anonymous), which was not even hard to do as he could not resist sharing specifics and even and old picture of young him, which he also put on what I later identified as his FaceBook page. When all that happened, I also found that he was lying about his accomplishments in major ways on the anonymous forum about a degree and professional positions he never had, even his appearance. I don’t mind engaging with him a bit though because it was a great lesson about narcissism, helped to learn and identify what patterns are clearly indicative of narc behavior. The guy definitely had some charm when I first encountered him but lost all of it quickly, in my eyes at least. My ex therapist was very different in that sense, minus the writing skills, as the therapist could not even spell and keeps posting truly sloppy sentences on social media.

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