Pre-selection encompasses that range of thoughts where she's saying "he could have any woman", "every woman wants him". You're selective, high-value, and you know what to do.
She doesn't want to be confronted with the actual bangs and will even help you cover it up if she doesn't want it to be true. (God help you if she needs an excuse to hate you, though.) I've seen a lot of women tolerate blatant cheating until they realized their friends knew and then their pride took over.
You crossed the line when it made her wonder if you just have indiscriminate sex with low-quality women and set off her ASD. A more experienced woman might brush that off but obviously she was enjoying the magic and that broke the spell.
Side note, the manager at my local drugstore used to get playful like this. One time I escalated slightly by putting my hand on her hip while we were talking in a quiet aisle. It tripped her circuit bad for a while. After that, she'd have customers waiting while she's trying to keep my attention. People in line would just smirk because it was so obvious.
The interesting thing was that all the other women working for her, seeing this, gradually started arcing and sparking when I'd come in, too. That's pre-selection in action. Think of all the women competitively making fools of themselves when certain musicians come on stage. They aren't all just independently attracted, they're taking social signals from each other.
"Who is that guy? He's somebody! I don't why, but I'm supposed to bang him! My manager's body language says so!"
She doesn't want to be confronted with the actual bangs and will even help you cover it up if she doesn't want it to be true. (God help you if she needs an excuse to hate you, though.) I've seen a lot of women tolerate blatant cheating until they realized their friends knew and then their pride took over.
You crossed the line when it made her wonder if you just have indiscriminate sex with low-quality women and set off her ASD. A more experienced woman might brush that off but obviously she was enjoying the magic and that broke the spell.
Side note, the manager at my local drugstore used to get playful like this. One time I escalated slightly by putting my hand on her hip while we were talking in a quiet aisle. It tripped her circuit bad for a while. After that, she'd have customers waiting while she's trying to keep my attention. People in line would just smirk because it was so obvious.
The interesting thing was that all the other women working for her, seeing this, gradually started arcing and sparking when I'd come in, too. That's pre-selection in action. Think of all the women competitively making fools of themselves when certain musicians come on stage. They aren't all just independently attracted, they're taking social signals from each other.
"Who is that guy? He's somebody! I don't why, but I'm supposed to bang him! My manager's body language says so!"
Hidey-ho, RVFerinos!