“I had to sleep with him to figure out if I wanted to take things to the next level with you.”
She HAD to! For science! Without these vital sleeping-with-other-men experiments, we can never know if she wants to level up with Brad.
This mindfuckery says, really Brad, it was for YOU that she cheated. She was thinking of you all along. Comparing and contrasting. Assembling her data. Getting peer review…
All so she can weigh the decision of are you really worthy of further commitment! Whatever illusion of commitment you were laboring under, well, that’s on you, Brad. The good news is she’s considering the Next Level! Don’t you feel LUCKY? You might be the winner! She’ll just have to sleep with a few more fellows and get back to you on that level thing.
Brad: Are we monogamous yet?
Cheater: You’re monogamous, Brad. I’m at level 7.5 — that’s quasi-monogamous with weekend passes to fuck odd men I meet at bars.
Brad: What’s the next level?
Cheater: Well, play your cards right Brad and I’ll only cheat at the occasional bi-monthly girls night out, which is level 8. But any more of your toxic shame and judgment and I’ll level you back down to 5 — you hear me?
Brad, this level shit is just another word for CAKE. You’re never going to get commitment. The “closer” you get, more decimal points will be added to that level. Sorry, you only moved the needle to 7.67 — you’re going to have to pick me dance harder to be an 8.
The game is rigged. Conduct your own experiment — leave the cheater, gain a life.