The Narcissist Manipulates : Insidious Seduction



You caught the same train at 8-05 am every day from Monday to Friday. You always sat at a window seat nearest to the door with a seat beside you and a double seat opposite you. You never sat and read the paper. You did not hold a book. You kept your mobile ‘phone in your bag rather than prod and jab at it. You preferred to look at the passing scenery. You preferred to look at your fellow travellers. You told me that the opposite seat was free. You returned my smile.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You said hello on the following day. You smiled again. You engaged in small talk with me and answered my seemingly innocuous questions. You accepted my compliment about your fragrance with modesty and thanks. You told me your name and I told you mine.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You said hello again the day after and the one after that. You smiled at me first this time. You engaged in small talk again but it grew from small to medium as the train left the station. You told me where you worked and what you did. You told me where you used to work. You explained all about your hoped for transfer to another department. You told me about your colleagues and laughed at my remarks about them.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You turned in your seat looking for me as I entered the train. You smiled and the smile was wider. You waved me over and we engaged in conversation. The small talk had been left on the platform. You told me this, you told me that and you told me about the other. I absorbed it all. I told you how your outfit suited you and you told me where you got it from. You told me where you lived. You told me you lived alone.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You looked for me again as you did every day. You always kept a seat for me. Sometimes opposite you. Sometimes beside you. You always had plenty to talk to me about. You showed me your new ‘phone and I saw the Facebook logo. I also memorised your four-digit passcode as you tentatively typed it. You told me that you were going for drinks after work and you told me the bar.

You shouldn’t have done that.

I went to the bar but did not look for you. You came and found me instead. You invited me over. You invited me and my two lieutenants to join you and your colleagues. You introduced me to them and them to me. I made you laugh. I made them laugh. I bought you more drinks. You touched my arm and your touch lingered.

You shouldn’t have done that.

Your privacy settings are not as good as they should be. You placed so much of your life online. You accepted my friend request. You messaged me first that Thursday evening and I messaged back. You messaged again and again so I did so too. You told me about your plans. You told me about your family. You told me about your friends.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You met me for coffee. You answered my questions. You gave me more and more information as our friendship grew. You gave me your telephone number. You told me about your ex. You told me about the one before him. You showed tears in your eyes.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You met me for dinner. You laughed at my jokes. You told me your hopes. You told me your fears. You told me what you liked and I liked it too. You told me where you wanted to travel to and I wanted to travel there too. You looked in my eyes and you allowed me in.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You invited me to the party at your house. You greeted me with delight. You let me into your house. You showed me your books. You showed me your tastes. You showed me your friends and let me entertain them. You showed me my recruits. You poured me a drink and I poured one for you, then another and another. You kept coming to see me as I kept the group in the palm of my hand. You smiled and you laughed and you looked at me with something else, something more in your eyes. You kissed me.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You answered my calls. Each and every one. You talked with me for hours. You answered every one of my messages. You showed excitement. You showed delight. You showed enthusiasm. You accepted the flowers. You rang and thanked me. You accepted the jewellery. You rang squealing with pleasure. You accepted the invitations. You invited me over. You made me dinner. You insisted I stay. You took me to bed.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You thrilled at my notes. You soared at my voicemails. You revelled in my messages. You thanked me for my generosity. You clapped your hands in excitement when I showed you the tickets. You kept asking me to stay. You held on to me all night. You whispered in my ear and told me what you wanted, although I already knew.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You told me to leave a toothbrush. You insured me on your car. You gave me a key. You booked our first holiday together. You introduced me to your family. You introduced me to your boss. You introduced me to him, to her, to everyone. You believed everything I told you.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You gave me your heart and said keep it safe. You told me your plans for us. You told me you loved me though I said it first. You told me nothing like this had happened before.

You shouldn’t have done that.

You made this choice. You let me in. You ignored the red flags. You let my tendrils slide around you. You told me how I had captured your heart and made you a queen. I whispered softly in your ear as you slept in my arms,

“I always do that.”

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7 thoughts on “The Narcissist Manipulates : Insidious Seduction

  1. Jasmin says:

    “You preferred to look at the passing scenery.” What does that tell your kind?

  2. Asp Emp says:

    Re-reading this article reminds me and takes me back to a couple of ‘did do’ moments……unforgettable.

    Looking at the image of this article, interesting to observe the pieces of the jigsaw seemingly being gathered yet they are scattered – as if a work in ‘progress’ in assembling the puzzle together.

    Just like empaths on their journey of learning, coming to KTN only to find their life in pieces (a dis-jointed puzzle where the pieces did not click together) and then re-adjusting the pieces to ‘draw’ a different puzzle of themselves as individuals. Moving the pieces as they travel through their education until it all ‘clicks’ into place.

  3. psychologyandworldaffairs says:

    So scary at how familiar and how much I can relate to this…Slightly different scenario, but it is almost as if you were sitting on my shoulder – in how I met my ex and how things progressed…

    1. A Victor says:

      Same! I have found that throughout so much of the writing and experiences here. I used to say things like “He kept me on the phone for 3 hours!” thinking the response would be “Wow! That’s a long time!” – haha! Nothing! Silence! Was it something I’d brought on that was odd? I wondered about that for a while until the other stories, from the bloggers or the articles were exactly the same! These people, the narcissists, do really have predictable routines and what it eventually did, as I learned about it, was confirm more that I had been involved with one of them. And now these articles make me just queasy, she was a sitting duck, just like I’d been.

  4. A Victor says:

    These articles about seduction of a new victim always make me sick to my stomach. I see my young self in them, well, and not as young also given the summer narc, and also I just want to get these women to safety somehow. I want to tell them, no, ignore him, run away! And yet I am helpless to do so for them. So I will do so for myself and those I can impact. My oldest watched her first HG video yesterday! She is ever so interested in the Royals and her curiosity, because of the naming of the new baby, got the best of her. I am super excited! I am hoping she will watch many more!

  5. BC30 says:

    Ew. Get away perv.

    1. Asp Emp says:

      BC30, bloody hell, sometimes you really do make me laugh……. it’s your words…. laughing.

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