After our first meeting, I emailed her telling her I enjoyed meeting her and it was refreshing, nothing more. Did I want to see her again? I did, without a doubt, but I didn’t want to seem too eager. She responded that same day saying she too enjoyed our meeting. She also passed along her phone number and an invitation to meet again for coffee or dinner.
I called her and we met for coffee. This whole time, I was thinking how lucky I was to have such a beautiful, intelligent, light-hearted woman who seemed to see me for who I was (and was still interested). I was pursuing, but she was too, maybe even more than I.
Our coffee date went well. She looked great – I was very attracted to her no doubt. We had great conversation, but much of it did seem to center around her ex-husband. She described how terrible he was to her and her children. The waif had started her work. I was already feeling very sympathetic towards her and the tough situation she was in with her ex. The waif will use your empathy and concern against to pull you in.
I walked her to her car and gave her a hug. We agreed to meet again for dinner in the next week. I remember driving home feeling higher than a kite. How could I be so lucky? She was everything I ever wanted in a woman… She seemed to good to be true. In hindsight, she was.
The Borderline Personality Disordered person, especially the waif, can be very perceptive with others. They have an uncanny ability to read other people. I do not believe it is a fully-conscious undertaking on their part, but they are masters and telling you what you want to hear and showing you what you want to see initially.
Like a fly, I was already trapped in the waif’s web. The Borderline Waif had found her next mark and I was that mark. In time, I would come to find that there was really nothing special about me for her; I simply served a purpose for the waif for a time, until I was ultimately discarded.