Listen up, Skippy!
You still have a chance with her.
What you don't know, or understand, is that in her $500k/yr. work arena she is working with BSDs. Not soft-as-tits beta-male simp manginas.
So if you want to keep her and/or make it in her world - you better get tough kid!
NOW, after your recent take-no-bvll****, dump a dumb b*tch with-the-quickness attitude, she is feeling you as a MAN and that can work in your favor.
Tell her to come to your place - No bar!
If/When she gets there, don't be all smiley, or huggy-kissy like a kid with a Happy Meal at McDonald's. Just look to see if she has brought a peace offering. If she has, that's shows consideration.
If not, look at her, but don't let her in. When she asks "Why". Tell her you're starting to re-think whether or not it's worth your time.
Let her make the decision, because just like you, it's a females prerogative to decide who, what, when, where and why we do what we do.
If/When she shows feminine energy, let her in. If not, then unload a charge on her for being an inconsiderate selfish ingrate - Everything you are not.
If she tries to give you any attitude - Tell her to STFU - That lets her know this is not a topic up for discussion, because you, as do most decent people, appreciate gratitude - Not a sh*tty ungrateful attitude!
Don't suck up, or try to charm your way into her snatch - Let her come to grips with how/why she has come to be left wet and wondering by you from your new found highly 'charged' masculine energy.
At that point she will try to supplicate you, or threaten to bail on you. Either way, there should be no ambiguity so you will have your answer.
If she stays - Fvck the living **** outta her.
I mean literally give her the greatest hardest beat the lining outta her uterus and tear dat azz up banging she has ever had!
Then after she has had sufficient time to recover and pillow talk to you, tell her if she's willing to make you a sandwich - you may just do it again!
The Rest Is Up To You.
Alright, I'll reply to you specifically because this is closest to what I was planning to do and closest to what I did do.
Ok so here's what happened...
Saturday comes around. I'm not expecting much because she's under the impression that I was out banging some other girl on account of a random person texting her claiming to be some girl that's going to have fun with me in Atlantic City in an attempt to piss her off.
In the morning on Saturday she's asking to push the time back because she's super hungover and didn't sleep and I told her she made that decision, so she has to make this one today. Either she comes or she doesn't.
She doesn't respond after I ghost her following that message, so I assume she isn't on her way. But lo and behold, she does show up, and she did bring wine as something of a peace offering and as something to try and have a calmer conversation.
I initially thought it was over in the first 10 minutes. I sat her down and unloaded on her because she kept interrupting, trying to argue with me, being immature overall when I'm trying to be serious. I tell her she's gotta cut that **** out or she leave, and after making this offer a few times, she does. She gets up, walks out, and sits in her car.
I start closing up and turning off lights, I walk out to leave and as I'm going up to my car she comes out of hers and asks "is this really it?" I tell her if she wants to finish the conversation we can go back inside but it's not going to be an argument or a discussion, it will be what has to happen for me to want to continue with the relationship.
So we go back in and resume, she opens up the wine, and I tell her what needs to change; that she needs to be respectful and take me seriously when something's upsetting me, and that she needs to communicate things that are bothering her and if she wants to be part of a decision if I'm unknowingly disregarding her. She agrees that she can make some compromises.
However she also believes that I'M the toxic one in the relationship and that she couldn't believe that I was capable of being so cold and unloving during this little break-up over text ****. She thinks this all happened because she came to me feeling disappointed about Valentine's Day and the efforts I made over the weekend - she doesn't really see it as me being upset that she was ungrateful with my efforts. The odd thing was that she mentioned how she went to her friends about this crap the same way I went to mine and that they all agreed that my effort was minimal...
Anyway, we're talking in circles for a while so I boil it down to a few things so we can move on; she made the trip on my terms so this means something to her, she brought wine in an effort to have a more relaxed conversation, she agreed to make some compromises with her behavior without demanding any of me. She just did it in a way that was more "kicking and screaming" than I was expecting. In all fairness, watching her interact with other people, including her boss, is not dissimilar from how she behaves with me, so I suppose that makes some sense...
So I took her upstairs, tore off her clothes, and ****ed her down right there on the floor and finished on her chest.
From that point she felt a need to punish me for what she saw as me ignoring and punishing her, which happened in the form of sarcasm and messing with me about what she wanted; saying maybe we should have an open relationship, that there ARE 1 or 2 guys she'd want to hang out with first, that we should take a break for a week or two, etc. This boiled down to her just being an ******* because she knew it would get a rise out of me...
She leaves and texts me soon afterwards saying that she's getting dinner then heading home before inviting me to come join her, asking if I want to blow off everybody else and "come cuddle and ****". I took some time deciding whether I should do this, and thought that I got what I wanted, and if we're "good" and going to continue moving forward that I shouldn't continue punishing her, so I accept.
We get there late at night, she's on FaceTime with her girlfriend for a while and we're just sipping wine, ordering food, and relaxing in PJs. She argues her point a little more about how she was feeling and really thinking I need therapy because of how cold I was, but we don't get into a fight and we eventually go to bed. I later learn that she was EXTREMELY tired because in an effort to make the day and time I picked she didn't sleep at all on Saturday for fear that she wouldn't wake up in time.
Sunday is much better. It takes her some time to warm back up to me after feeling like I had punished her, but she comes around. She tells me that she didn't do anything with any other guys while we were broken up, and I believe her. She tells me how she was tempted, and how she thought about it, and how a combination of input from her friends and her own guilty conscience kept tame until she had the conversation with me to see what would happen. I believe her, and I appreciated her honesty.