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?

8 thoughts on “What Your Smile Means to the Narcissist

  1. Empath007 says:

    Yep.. this is definitely how the new guy described mine. Relating to how it was his… special and different then everyone elses… definite red flag.

    1. JB says:

      Empath 007,

      Sorry, that’s tough 😔 Are you ok? I guess it’s good that you are now able to stop it in its tracks before you get too involved, but at the same time it must be disappointing xx

    2. NarcAngel says:


      If you smiled in one of those sexy pics he requested you might see how fast the focus changes from your smile haha.

      On that…. I don’t know how it came about that you are travelling to see him, but do you have an alternate plan in the case that you arrive and it doesn’t work out?. I know someone who travelled a significant distance only to have him not show up at all. This may not end up be the case for you, but please protect yourself as not to be stranded for accommodation and/or finances. Take care.

      1. Empath007 says:

        Hi Narc Angel… ya the sexy pictures switched the focus ahah!

        He was there picked me up from the airport… but the trip was a disappointment … he couldn’t perform in the bedroom after weeks of flirtation. I still don’t think he’s a narc… but the whole things was weird. So he probably is.

  2. Rebecca Levan says:

    This explains so much to me. Why he liked to be funny around me and make me smile and laugh. I’m sure he also saw the abundance of admiration I had for him too, I love people who make me laugh. What an idiot I was and so naive.

    1. positivefuel8 says:

      Rebecca Levan:

      In response to your comment about how you felt about what you went through:

      I’ve been there too.. many many years ago…
      May the following words inspire you to be able see yourself in a different way.. possibly?

      Never ever see yourself in that frame as an idiot. no no no not ever…
      The gift of kindness, seeing the good in others etc…is a rare gem burning bright for all to see.
      and is 2B cherished always by the people with whom you engage with in joyful exchanges…

      Its obvious that “He” too was drawn into your beauty and light…As You with him..
      A mutual contract of sorts .. a type of energy…familiars…

      The Narcissist at least the ones I’ve been entangled; are tuned in to a different “channel”
      .”They tell you about a reality of a society which is fragmented and full of conflict..true..
      Then it switches to another channel as they speak about another reality which is a fantasy: Also true..
      “Having met you is like 2 people coming together in a mystical union of souls” and so on and on….
      Your sweet warm welcoming smile is validation to “Him” you have fallen under his spell…
      It’s easy to do… Who wouldn’t fall for the charm of this lil “beastie”.
      Afterall he has targeted you! … He.is very charming and magnetic…especially the Elites….

      Now he’s got you…..

      Narcissists: are tuned in to a different “channel” so to speak..
      When somebody tells you “I can’t change and why would I” believe him/her…

      Time to exit…. and exit fast……..These individuals are telling you the truth…..

      Moving forward in my life, I have learned success is about power.. excel more : claim that power…
      Your Power……Look at it, imagine, wonder about it…Wear It….Be It….

      Each experience a stepping tool in your evolutionary process called Life.
      There are no defects; or mistakes…only experiences that teach us about how powerful we are.
      Yet most of us until now have forgotten that truth….That’s about to change….

      More and more, each time I listen to and tune in to HG Tudor’s videos and read his blogs,
      I have come to realize that there are no mistakes in this Universe…..

      No I am not a Narcissist…its just that I’ve been trained by some of the “Best”….
      When you know… You go… GOSO… and never ever look back…..

      Just my perspective….Thanks…

      1. Asp Emp says:

        PF8, knowledge is also power….. I liked your wording “Your Power……Look at it, imagine, wonder about it…Wear It….Be It….” – I agree 🙂

      2. Rebecca says:

        Thanks for the words of encouragement. I’m calling myself less and less an idiot, and doing my best to move forward. I noticed gaining knowledge helps me feel better and allows me to get some answers to questions that hound me. I tend to overthink everything and when things go wrong, it’s usually me I blame first. I’ve been trying to learn self love, it’s a bit hard for me because I tend to love others more than myself. Thanks for your wise words and caring enough to share them.❤️

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