Long Term Game: Jealousy--> Dread Game

Another List on why I don't date American Women

You can do many things, but never bore her.
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I can tell she's upset.
I can see it in her eyes.
I gave her some of her own medicine.

She didn't like the taste.
For a split second I feel something that might be termed regret but fuck that noise.
This has been coming and even though it was inadvertent my training kicks in and I know it is time to capitalize. I look fucking good tonight. An ex of mine is here who also looks amazing.
The Jack Daniels I slammed down is juuuuust enough to take the edge off and my body language which is normally on point, is slightly relaxed but unmistakable masculine.

It was a necessary gambit to reinstate some sensibility and to propagate some dread on her part.

"It's fine," she says, "I'm fine. Let's just go have a good time."
She turns to walk back into the venue and I grab her by the arm and look into her eyes with abject and utter clarity: grab your shit. Let's go."
She looks down and does it.
"Take my hand," I say then lead her out.
I don't say anything on the walk to the car.

"After all the freedom I give you, you know this is fucking bullshit. I wasn't even ****to that girl. She's not even my fucking type."

It's not what you say but how you say it that matters most.
I'm not explaining myself from a place of being wrong.
I'm pissed that she's petulantly ruined a good night with her temper tantrum.
She snaps and goes on and on...and I simply say, "fine, I won't say anything else," with my dismissive tone I know belies emotional detachment.
She quietly says "It's just that, even with my *******, Ive never felt that with anyone ever before. I've never felt that jealousy, that insecurity....that hurt."

I'm not thirsty so I don't jump at the bait.
Minutes pass.
I take her hand just barely for a few minutes but a turn comes and I take it back.

Eventually, she reaches over and crawls onto my arm across the console. She puts her head on my shoulder the way she does but I do not respond. 5 minutes pass and I kiss her on top of her head.

I don't apologize. I simply reiterate that things will be equal between us. That I will enjoy the same freedom which she has claimed for herself. I say this without emotion but a deep rooted certainty that is unmistakable.

If she doesn't like the taste then we can reevaluate some things going forward.
Again, I want her to set boundaries because 1) she is more apt to follow them and 2) real power is letting others acquiesce.
She asks if this almost split us up previously.
I pause. Look as though I am far away and slowly say "Yes. Very."
I remind her of our line in the sand moment when I told her if she ever did that again she could find some other guy to tolerate her shit.
She throws her arms around me and sighs, my arms are around her but they are not tight, it's the friend hug version of an embrace, matching my emotional distance, my feelings have retreated and withdrawn and she can feel it in my cold blue eyes and my frame. She kisses me several times but I do not kiss back much if at all.
I eventually hug her tighter as though I'm considering not ever hugging her again, and in my mind she can see I've assigned her a strike on the scoreboard. I am pleasant but long term she will need to regain my affection and approval.

I also know in this moment, that this battle will be fought again once the dread has passed and she hasn't felt the jealousy bite her soul because this coquette lives in the moment, it's her most endearing quality and simultaneously her most frustrating and maddening but it keeps me on my toes, it is charming in its own bizarre way and in my heart, I love the coquette and the ingénue for all their maddening ways.