What Your Smile Means to the Narcissist
I just love that special smile of yours. I know that the first time I saw you displaying it that I wanted it for myself. I wanted to be the recipient of that smile and I wanted it so badly, oh so very badly that I went for you with ferocious determination. I watched as it slowly formed, your delectable lips twisting upwards and then parted to allow your teeth to be seen. Many animals bare their teeth as a warning to others to stay back, but not you. As you revealed your teeth and your smile widened into a grin I watched transfixed.
I could see the effect it had on those near you. I could see how they felt happier for seeing your smile. I detected it in their faces, in their reactions and if I had been close enough I have little doubt that I would have been able to hear their pleasure and joy as you allowed them to bask in the warmth of your smile. It was inclusive. You showed it to everyone sat around that table and nobody was missed out. You did not break into laughter.
That would almost have been vulgar and spoilt scintillating effect of the way you conveyed such emotion to others near you. I continued to watch from my position across the bar as the words of whoever it was I was with that night, I cannot recall now, became nothing but white noise. I only allowed myself to hear her expressions of irritation at how I was distracted by you.
I made my excuses, feigning illness and dispatched whoever it was I was with, I cannot recall now, in a taxi with an already broken promise to call whoever it was, I cannot recall now and once that person who I cannot now recall had gone I returned to the restaurant. I positioned myself next to your table, sat at the bar and allowed myself to eavesdrop on the conversation that you were engaged in as I allowed myself a closer examination of your smile.
It appeared frequently and never diminished in its brilliance. It was engaging, captivating and I had to have it. With customary ease I allowed myself to join your table once the dining had been concluded on the pretext of making a point arising from something you had said. I had already established from the body language around the table that none of the attending men were accompanying you and the behaviour of the other women indicated they were no more than friends. No ring rested on your wedding finger and you responded to my polite intrusion with a brief flash of that smile. I knew the drawbridge was down and the portcullis was up.
Accordingly, I made your smile mine and how I revelled in those perfect lips as they moved into that glorious smile. I had known fuller lips but yours were certainly not what I would call thin. Your left cheek dimpled when you smiled broadly and thereafter I knew that your smile was only truly for me. Yes, you smiled for others and I was proud of you for doing so, allowing them to experience it but only at a fraction of what was reserved for me.
I was the sole recipient of the full magnitude of that smile and its amazing effect. You conveyed so much to me with your smile. The times you smiled at me in supportive admiration as I held forth at dinner parties, your appreciative smile when I did something for you, the sensual smile when you knew that our sexual congress was looming, the amazed smile when I stunned you with yet another example of my brilliance, your satisfied smile when you lookedat me across the living room from where you were reading a book, safe and content in our world where your smile was mine and nobody else’s.
I relished seeing your sleepy smile when I turned to you in the morning and gently kissed you on the nose. I delighted when you contacted me using your video capability on your ‘phone and you deliberately showed only your smiling mouth. Countless times I would record you doing so and play the footage back when I sat alone and relished the sensation which washed over me as I watched.
What made your smile so special was the fact that you gave it willingly to me. You told me that nobody had made you smile as much as I had. I took no issue with that for I knew it was something that I was entirely capable of. Your sweet, illuminating smile belonged to me, was engaged for me and existed just for me. I worked so hard to ensure that your mouth gave me that smile again and again and again. It sustained me and invigorated me, turning a moment of weakness into one of edifying strength in but a moment.
I can truly say that nobody else has had a smile which has such an effect on me as yours. I saw what it did for other people and I knew that they were only experiencing a small percentage of what I felt because the true power and radiance of that smile was kept just for me because you understood me, you knew how I needed it and you were content and delighted to provide it to me. It was a beautiful smile, a beguiling smile, an admiring smile, a playful smile, an engaging smile, an enticing smile, an uplifting smile and so much more but above all else it was your special smile. Special for me.
Most of all though I cherished your smile because better than anyone else you knew how to hide everything behind that smile. I knew this is what you did and I knew he began teaching you to do so all that time ago. I made sure that you continued to use your smile in this way. I completed your learning. Now it cloaked everything that the world did not need to know about. I made your smile extra-special didn’t I?
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I was wondering what touched me yesterday in this text. A familiar anxiety, a little anger.
Tearing away uniqueness. This was it. My vanity has suffered. Ah, not nice! Serves you right! 🙂
I systematized what I always knew – that a smile can be both fun and joyful, and can become a weapon. So is the good that can also be hurt. Especially the narcissist.
Basically doing nothing special … Smile and be good. It can be rewarded and punished.
Ouch, it hurt. The first text here to get the kind of response “my” narcissist can produce. Disassembling into prime factors something beautiful for me that was between us.
“My” narcissist likes to slowly strip me of illusions. I am like a daisy, from which it breaks petal by petal. Another flake fell off, and it wasn’t he who pulled it out. Hmmm. I do not like it. I have one less petal.
Only he has the right to tear off petals, ha ha ha 🙂
I read slowly several times. Very close to me. Very.
Every narcissist around me is drawn to this smile. I can see them staring at my face and waiting to see if they can elicit the appropriate response. Even my big boss is waiting for him. With this smile, I can lift his mood in seconds. This smile can make him uneasy, recently at a gathering full of people (internal puppets, but still) he almost shouted across the table, “Why did you smile?” He needed to know it now and immediately. My answer pleased him, for it was a smile full of tenderness at his little mistake about age, though he took it wrong. Ah, that suspicion.
“My” narcissus has yet to get to disarming my smile. Currently, it irritates him a lot. “Go smile at your colleagues.” “Put that smile of yours up your ass.”
Yes, my smile has never been so complete as when I was laughing at him. This memory also hurt me, I had it already arranged, buried.
Even a smile for our child is almost complete, close to that, but that one spark is missing.
I smile often, express any feeling or encouraging support. “You are always so smiling” – they exaggerate, not always 🙂
Yes, my smile faded for several years. He was just a sad smile or a smile of beautiful love for a child. No more variants.
Now it’s multicolored again. And I often laugh my head off.
Laughter with him is different, specific. Not that pearly. I love it when he is happy, even maliciously, even at my expense. I do not mind. These are rare moments. Even more so now.
It hurt.
Which will not prevent me from continuing to smile. That’s who I am 🙂
Joa, keep on smiling! Don’t change who you are . I try and smile all of the time even though I have bad days sometimes. Life is short.
Of course! It is independent of me. Despite the fact that recently I am mired in sadness – death in the family, inevitable question about the meaning of life, go away of “my” narcissist (only momentary, I feel and know it) – I smile all the time. Yesterday my daughter yelled me that I talks to magpies as if she were young children, ha ha ha, and the day before yesterday I found myself looking for a four-leaf clover in a park in the middle of the city 🙂 I laugh at myself 🙂 I smile no only to people, also to their own thoughts, nature and even objects 🙂
Joa, you have a positive attitude good for you ! I am smiling right back at you 🙂
I saw a picture of my narc today… been a long time since I’ve seen him, he hasn’t changed much really – never was much of a looker – but looks don’t matter much to me, it’s more about what’s in a persons mind or how they can entice my mind. I’m grateful for the experience with him, it taught me a hard lesson at a young age that will serve me for the rest of my life.
You have no reason to be grateful to that narcissist, that is emotional thinking. You learned the lesson, he did not teach it to you.
The best answer and the most honest. The only way to describe it.
Ha! “My” narcissist tells me the same 🙂
I said the experience – not for him – I’ve had incidents with other narcissits but this one hit the hardest. Had I not dated him I may have spent the rest of my life totally unaware of his kind. I’ve been away for long enough now that I don’t feel sad or angry about the experience any more. Just grateful. Although he will never hear a thank you from me 🙂 my lesson learned is my own little secret.
There is so much to smile at. It’s such a natural position. I can’t help it. Smiling when entering a room puts people at ease. I’m practicing resting bitch face when I’m not laughing at your jokes HG! Fucking bananas of empowerment! Man eater picture from hell. Charles running off laughing at Harry being cut out. My stomach aches after seeing your hilarity! 💩