It does happen. Women raised in a good culture, sheltered and who associate with similar friends, very familial, they can even be attractive.
But the father or husband is the biggest factor. Always. Because the father and husband IS the culture. I can't remember one time my dad ever truly lost it. He rarely even raises his voice. But just imagining what it might be like is honestly scary. It's also not a spousal dynamic thing, it's man-to-man. Seeing that hint of the uncivilized and primal, the implied capacity for violence beneath the typical veneer of the upper-middle-class easygoing American man in his forties/fifties.
Sometimes my mom screwed up scheduling with me or my brother as a kid, or household spending and his face just goes blank, but you can feel the gears turning in his head, the calculation. In her head, she's realizing that you're evaluating her in a cold objective way like a balance sheet. Have you seen a wailing baby suddenly fall silent when coyotes howl?
It's the dread game. The old-school, patriarchal men have this. We have to have this. A woman can't be too close to other men or fuck up because you'll... what?You'll walk out on her? Or you'll punish her in some other way? So she doesn't ever want to find out so she doesn't even test you.
She doesn't want to be the cat killed by curiosity. Give even a reason to be a suspicious is guilt in and of itself.
They just have that vague, uneasy feeling about how you'll react. The only thing that can compete against such primal forces as a woman's passion and spontaneity that can lead to cheating isn't cerebral notions of loyalty and honor, but other primal emotions. Like dread. What tapping into it does is that it affects other people's perception of you.
Have people ever gotten really nervous saying they fucked up their part of a project? People who've only been around you in fair weather and at most only been around you a few seconds when you're in Serious Sam mode? Now there's irrationality in her head that you can see everything she does, that you notice even the most subtle signs in her behavior.
Even things like having a "knowing" look on your face when talking to her. She can't only know the charismatic, popular, disciplined, driven, stylish, witty, talkative, social butterfly side of yourself. Being able to suddenly and deliberately shift gears and poison the easygoing, happy, fun vibe into something alien and primal when you need to and remind her that you are a male of the homo sapiens race. A little change in energy in the way your eyes are set and she realizes how small she is. You've got like 6 inches and 50+ pounds on her. Teasing, gone. Understanding and sympathy, gone.
That's what domesticated women.
