Why your ex is a classic toxic narcissistic psychopath and you'd take her back tomorrow

AFTER a full nine minutes on an American website, you’ve successfully diagnosed your ex as a narcissist. This explains why the relationship was toxic and why you want her back: 

She has incredible breasts

Narcissists are obsessed with constant admiration, which manifests itself in behaviours like low-cut tops and sending you cleavage shots before the second date. Nice, normal girls don’t do that. She used sex as a weapon to hurt you. You were okay with it.

You were punching

The classic narc will seek a partner they regard as beneath themselves, which offers them feelings of control and superiority. It also meant that your mates were jealous and there was pub-based speculation about the size of your appendage. There isn’t now. Just silence.

She love-bombed you

Narcissists begin by showering their victims with adoration and praise, trying to progress the relationship as quickly as possible. In your case, this translated into first-date oral and that’s never, ever going to happen again so what’s a personality disorder in comparison?

She had a tempestuous nature

You nod along to a webpage all about how you were drawn into a toxic mix of gaslighting, destabilising mood changes and buying Balenciaga shoes on your credit card when you were in the shower. It sounds far better how she described it, that she was fiery and of Latin temperament even though she was from Goole. Four times in one night once.

She had no empathy

It was always about her feelings and never about yours. Though now you only remember the positives of that, like when she was on top and your role was to be supportive and get ridden. Were your feelings really worth more than that, looking back? Do you feel better now?

She hoovered you

No, not like that. Well, sometimes like that. Hoovering is a term for when a narc has discarded their prey but – fearing loneliness and lack of praise – tries to win them back. As such, there’s a real chance if you call her with this diagnosis you’d end up in bed together within the hour. You’d pay for her Uber over.

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'Fallen leaves do so put me in mind of Keats': How to get a shag out of autumn

ENJOYING the cold, wet, dark weather? No? Then at least attempt to use the supposed romance of autumn to get into someone’s pants with these tactics: 

Flirty pumpkin carving

A one-on-one pumpkin carving is the opening scene of a horror film, so this is unfortunately a group activity. Carving intertwined lovehearts is a winner; carving a big cock-and-balls is direct. Avoid inviting a love rival with genuine artistic flair, or everyone will coo over their intricate masterpiece while you’re cucked by your shit pumpkin that looks like John Prescott.

Say ‘Fallen leaves do so put me in mind of Keats’

It’s crucial to memorise a couple of lines like ‘Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness’ in preparation, to be casually tossed off while strolling past scarlet-and-golden trees. Otherwise you’ll be challenged on which poem and have to mumble: ‘Leaves, leaves, red and brown, lovely and crisp on the ground.’

Host a mulled wine tasting

What better way to assemble a pool of potential shags with reduced inhibitions? Cheap, because nobody can tell it’s Aldi’s £3.99 Grapevine Merlot when it’s hot, and ideal for inviting her to share your blanket. Just don’t boil off the alcohol, or you’ll have spent all night drinking something that tastes like mummified mouse for no reason.

Do bullshit with marshmallows

Toasting marshmallows or putting them in a mug of hot chocolate is cosy and autumnal and can only work in your favour in terms of procuring sex. It’s horribly American but there’s no British equivalent, unless you try winning favour someone with chunks of black pudding in a mug of Bovril.

Go on a forest walk

Everyone agrees autumn walks are deeply romantic. Having been to sparse British woodlands with dogshit baubles hanging from every tree, you’re less sure but willing to try anything.  And if she’s up for sex after being subjected to soaking drizzle, oily mud all over her trainers and losing the path necessitating a crawl under barbed wire, marry her.

Watch a horror movie

It’s the season for spooky cinema, and being scared together will be a delightful bonding experience. Be warned – many people have a surprisingly low tolerance for it. Sex is unlikely to be forthcoming if he’s never been so genuinely terrified in his life and is showing early symptoms of PTSD. Wuss.

Say ‘Of course, nights get shorter due to the Earth’s axial tilt’

Learning a mildly impressive scientific fact about autumn is seductive if she’s that way inclined. Hopefully, inquiries will end there and she’ll never find out you confused which out of Apollo 13 and Armageddon was the real one.