Backstory of me: Won the genetic lottery, top tier degree, nexxted every girl I've ever been with, motorcycle, beard, kinda rough and assholish.

Backstory of relationship: I was spinning plates and she better than plate. i LTR'd her 8 months ago. We have a RP relationship, she is redditor andunfortunately knows about TRP, agrees with all of it, but nonetheless the magic is outed. She cooks cleans and does all the wonderful womanly things. All sex acts are on the table and she loves to please me.

SO Saturday we go to a concert and have a great time, then decide to do some wine tasting the next day.

We walk up to the counter at an establishment, she puts her business card down immediately as she is in the same industry(free tasting and preferential treatment). Guy immediately(first 5 seconds of being there) see's her credential and says "I'm gonna have to ask you to put your phone number on the back of your card I am going be taking the same certification test and could use some help with sushandsuch portion". She and he make eye contact and without hesitating she starts writing down her number. As soon as she's finished writing she knows she fucked up and grabs ahold of me and tries to make it really obviously that we are together.

Now this all seemed like a professional context and networking, but I know the real intentions. He didn't look at me he immediately checked her out and saw that they have something in common and went for it. BUT this isn't about him, this is about her.

If I had driven to this place, I probably would have just left, but I didn't so I didn't have an escape. And after reading a post of TRP about not nexting so fast I realized I need to play this and rise to the challenge.

I act like it's no big deal and hold frame. Dude barely interacts with me through this mostly tries to keep eye contact with her and she is holding on to my arm for dear life as I simply hold composure and maintain posture.

We leave, she says what a douche he was. I acknowledge it at the time.

Later we prepare a wonderful dinner for her mom and sister. Everything is normal. We head to bed and are alone. I stop her and say "You handled that guy asking for your number extremely unprofessionally today. I will not tolerate being disrespected. If that happens again I will not be here for you to apologize to. I am setting a boundary. End of discussion" She cries and apologizes says she was caught off guard and didn't know what to do, but I don't say anything more on that matter.

Should I have even brought it up? It was under the guise of professional networking, but obviously was not.

We fuck, but I can't get it out of my head and I don't come. She falls asleep, I can't sleep lost my frame and I lay awake pissed off and angry. A few hours pass and I put on my clothes and get ready to leave her. I go to give her a kiss on the head before i walk out. She wakes up and holds on to me and wont let me leave. I stay and get a little bit of sleep.

Next morning she writes me a novel of a txt msg apologizing professing her love for me. I reply that she should have said to him that her business phone is on her card or told him to reply to her business email, but should have never given her personal cell number out. She cooks me awesome dinner last night as always.

Don't know if I've already lost this war, did I go beta in her eyes?

Fuck I don't know, but what I do know is I wrote a fucking novel and I shouldn't give as much as a shit.