2026-01-23

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😈 Smut🥵 Porn♥️ Romantic

Her Monday started with a system crash. Not the hotel Wi-Fi, but Sam herself. She woke to her watch’s cheerful green readiness ring, a liar in silicone, declaring her body rested and her heart rate optimal. It knew nothing of the weight on her sternum, the grumpy, viscous fog that filled her skull. She’d slept, but her mind had run marathons on broken glass, chasing fragments of a disjointed dream—a faceless crowd, a missed flight, Dave’s voice echoing down an empty terminal.

She swiped his good morning text, her thumb leaving a smudge on the screen. Tell the green ring it’s full of shit, she typed, curling into the stale hotel sheets.

His reply was immediate. A picture of his own watch face, a perfect, matching green circle. Mine says I’m ready to run a marathon. I feel like I got hit by the truck that delivers marathons. The shared dissonance, the private joke in their public metrics, was a pinprick of light in her fog. It was their language: an acknowledgment of inner chaos disguised as mundane complaint.

The conversation meandered through their day—his talk with a friend about fronts moving in, her cancelled plans due to the storm brewing over Arizona. It was safe, familiar terrain. But the dream clung to her. She typed it out in pieces between work emails, the fear of the missed connection, the unsettling anonymity of the crowd.

I hate dreams like that, he wrote back. The ones that leave a residue. Makes you want to check all the locks.

It was his steadying voice, the one that had talked her off ledges for four years. She felt a reckless urge to push, to see if the new borders of them could hold her weight. Sometimes I wonder if I even know what honesty feels like anymore, she confessed, the message glowing with a terrifying vulnerability. Like I’m so used to packaging myself for consumption, I’ve lost the blueprint to the real thing.

His response wasn’t placating. It was a truth delivered like a direct current. I have the blueprint. It’s sitting in Arizona, overthinking in a hotel room. You are the most real thing in my world.

The words unspooled her. The grumpiness, the dream-residue, the professional polish—it all sloughed away, leaving her raw and yearning. The digital flirtation that followed was no longer just a game. It was a bridge, and they were crossing it in the dark, hands outstretched.

Wish I was there to provide a more tangible distraction from the storm, he wrote.

What kind of distraction? she played along, her breath shallowing.

A thorough one. The kind that reboots your system better than any watch.

The playfulness ignited, fusing with the day’s accumulated hunger. They joked about virtual encounters, the logistics laughable, the desire beneath them stark and serious. He mentioned the article she’d sent him before the power blinked out that morning—something dense and psychological about attachment. Couldn’t finish it, he admitted. Got too distracted thinking about the sender.

That was the spark. The professional article, the shared reading, their endless, weaving talks… it all funnelled into a single, white-hot point of need. The distance was a physical ache. The three-week countdown to his visit was a taunt.

Her next message carried no joke. It was a quiet detonation. I need you to make me forget my own name.

The typing dots appeared. Disappeared. Reappeared. His reply, when it came, was not text. It was an audio clip. Seven seconds of pure, low silence, followed by the crisp, unmistakable sound of his belt being pulled through its loops in one swift, sharp motion.

The sound was a key in a lock deep in her belly.

Her hotel room evaporated. The sterile air was replaced by the imagined scent of him—clean cotton, warm skin, the faint, spicy hint of his soap. The hum of the mini-fridge became the remembered vibration of his voice against her ear. She was no longer alone in a king-sized bed. She was pinned beneath him in the dark of his Texas bedroom, the weight of his hips a welcome anchor.

Her fingers, moving on their own accord, slid beneath the waistband of her panties. She was already slick, the frantic pulse at her core syncing with the phantom echo of that leather sigh. She pressed the heel of her hand hard against herself, a poor substitute, a desperate echo.

When his call connected, she didn’t say hello. Her voice was a ragged thread. “Again.”

On his end, the rustle of fabric, the creak of a chair. He played the recording once more. The shush-thwack of the belt. A soft, guttural sound escaped her. She arched off the bed, her free hand fisting in the duvet.

“Tell me,” his voice came through, dark and textured as smoked whiskey. It was no longer Dave-the-friend, Dave-the-confidant. This was the Dave who had claimed her in a thousand hotel room fantasies, the one who knew her architecture of surrender. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“Touching myself,” she gasped, her movements becoming deliberate circles. “Thinking about you. About your hands. Your belt.”

“My belt’s here,” he said, and she could hear the soft slap of leather against his palm. A promise. A threat. “But you’re not. So you’ll have to use yours.”

The command, the deliberate orchestration of her isolation, should have chafed. Instead, it wrapped around her like a velvet chain. He was giving her the scene, painting it from eight hundred miles away. She was both actress and audience, a duality that shattered her last pretense.

“Yes.” She scrambled, the phone nearly slipping from her sweat-damp cheek. Her own belt was thin, fashionable. She pulled it free, the buckle jangling.

“Over the chair,” he ordered, his breath audible. “Skirt up. Now.”

She obeyed, moving to the stiff armchair by the desk. The cool air of the room kissed her exposed skin as she hiked her skirt around her waist, bent over the backrest. The posture was one of utter vulnerability, offered willingly. She held the phone to her ear with her shoulder, the belt dangling from her other hand.

“Count them for me,” he said, and his voice had dropped into a register that vibrated through her bones.

The first lash was tentative, a whisper of leather on skin. “One.”

“Louder, Sam. I want to hear you own it.”

She swung again, a sharper crack that bloomed a bright sting across her flesh. Her gasp was loud in the quiet room. “Two!”

“Good girl. That’s it. You’re taking it so well. Just like you will for me.” His praise was fuel on the fire building inside her. With each count, her strokes grew bolder, the pain a sharp, clarifying counterpoint to the throbbing ache between her legs. She was wound tight, a spring coiling with every strike.

“Eight!… Nine!… Ten!” Her voice broke on the last number. The heat on her skin was immense, a glowing map of his will. She was panting, trembling, held up only by the chair and the sound of his ragged breathing in her ear.

“Now your fingers,” he growled, the command leaving no room for thought. “Get yourself there. I want to hear you come for me. I want it to hurt when you clench.”

Her obedience was instantaneous. Slick fingers found her swollen clit, circling with a frantic pressure that was almost cruel. The combined sensation was too much—the hot, throbbing pain on her backside, the relentless friction on her front. She was balanced on a razor’s edge, her mind blissfully, perfectly blank. No dream residue, no morning grumpiness, no existential questions. There was only this room, this voice, this devastating, beautiful need.

“Dave… I’m…” Words failed. A high, broken sound was all she could manage.

“Let go.” His command was quiet, final. “I’ve got you.”

It crashed through her with the force of the storm outside, a convulsive wave that stole the strength from her legs. She cried out, a raw, unfiltered sound, slumping against the chair as the pulses ripped through her, long and shuddering. She heard him curse softly on the other end of the line, a low, satisfied sound that told her his own release had followed hers.

For long minutes, there was only the sound of their shared breath coming down, the staticky connection a lifeline. The phantom scent of him faded, replaced by the sterile hotel air, the cooling sweat on her skin. The world, with its green readiness rings and cancelled flights, seeped back in.

“Sam?” His voice was Dave again. Tender. Anxious. Her anchor.

“Yeah.” Her reply was a hoarse whisper. She righted herself, wincing as the fabric of her skirt brushed the tender skin. She felt hollowed out, rebooted. Quiet.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

She looked at the rumpled bed, the belt on the floor. A slow smile touched her lips, private and real. “Nowhere,” she breathed

Title: Inflection Point

The hotel room was quiet except for the low hum of the heat battling the Texas freeze outside. Sam stood by the window, the reflection of the lamplit parking lot casting long shadows across her face. Her Oura ring had given her a high Readiness score that morning—ready to take on the world, it said. Right now, all she felt ready for was to shatter.

Dave’s voice, minutes before on a call cut short, echoed in her veins. Inflection point. The words hung between them now, heavier than the ice threatening to coat everything. He was sprawled on the edge of the king bed behind her, hat already off and discarded. A silent signal. Shit was getting real.

“Talk to me,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the plush carpet to her bare feet. “Your brain hasn’t shut off all day.”

She turned. His bald head gleamed in the soft light, his gaze steady and impossibly open. The fighter in him—the one from the YouTube video she’d watched with bated breath—was completely disarmed. For her.

“I keep thinking about your marriage,” she said, the confession tasting like guilt. “About how you said you’ve been on autopilot. Resenting it for years.” She took a step closer. “It makes me feel like a whole ass cunt.”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I love when you say that.”

“This isn’t funny.” But her voice cracked.

“I know it’s not.” He stood, closing the distance between them in two strides. His hands came up, not to pull her in, but to frame her face, his thumbs brushing her cheekbones. “Listen to me. That life, those choices… they were made long before you existed for me. You didn’t break anything that wasn’t already cracked.”

His touch was an electric current straight to her core. The wetness she’d confessed to earlier returned with a vengeance, a sudden, pulsing heat that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature.

“This conversation is dripping with love,” he murmured, repeating his text, his eyes darkening as he caught her sharp intake of breath. He hadn’t meant it as a double entendre then. He absolutely did now.

His mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her gasp. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was claiming, desperate, laced with all the frustration of canceled flights and two more weeks of waiting. She kissed him back just as hungrily, her hands fisting in his shirt, dragging him against her.

“Off,” he growled against her lips, his own hands already working the button of her jeans. “All of it.”

They shed clothes in a frantic tangle, a mess on the floor beside the perfectly tucked-in bed he’d joked about earlier—his preference versus her hotel-straightjacket hatred. The irony was lost in the feverish need. When they were finally skin to skin, he spun her around abruptly, his chest pressing against her back.

His hands—those huge, capable hands that had choked out bar fighters—slid around her front to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked into tight, aching points. His mouth found the sensitive juncture of her neck and shoulder, sucking hard enough to brand her.

“Dave,” she breathed, her head falling back against him.

“Tell me what you feel,” he commanded into her skin, one hand leaving her breast to slide down her stomach.

“Loved,” she gasped as his fingers dipped lower. “Sad… scared… hopeful… God, horny…”

His fingers found her slickness and she jerked against him. “Here?” he whispered, circling her clit with a precision that made her vision blur.

“Yes…”

“Pulsing?” he asked, remembering her text.

“Yes!”

He pressed two fingers inside her slowly, a deep, stretching intrusion that forced a ragged moan from her throat. “And here?”

She could only nod, pushing back against his hand. He worked his fingers in and out with a torturous rhythm while his thumb continued its relentless circles.

“You feel everything so much,” he rasped in her ear, his own arousal a hard ridge against the swell of her ass. “You feel this because of the love.”

He suddenly withdrew his fingers and turned her to face him again. His expression was fierce, possessive. “On the bed. On your knees.”

She obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the crisp sheets she hated and presenting herself to him. She heard the tear of a foil packet, then the thick sound of him rolling it on.

He didn’t enter her immediately. Instead, his hands gripped the full curves of her hips—her hips, he’d texted about them just hours ago—his thumbs digging into the dimples at the base of her spine. He leaned over her, blanketing her body with his heat.

“This ass,” he groaned, grinding himself against her soaking cleft without penetration. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

When he finally pushed into her, it was with one slow, devastating stroke that filled her completely. They both cried out—a shared sound of relief and exquisite torment.

He set a brutal pace from the start, each thrust driving her forward into the mattress, each retreat punctuated by the slap of skin on skin. His grip on her hips tightened to the point of pain as he pulled her back onto him over and over.

“Mine,” he gritted out, the word more plea than statement. “Even if it’s only in rooms like this… you’re fucking mine.”

The forbidden truth of it, the sheer impossibility of their situation, coiled tighter than any orgasm could. It was the catalyst.

“Yours,” she sobbed into the duvet, the friction building into an inferno low in her belly. “Always yours…”

He released one of her hips and snaked his hand around to where they were joined, finding her clit again just as he angled his thrusts perfectly.

That was all it took. Her climax tore through her like a natural disaster, seismic and uncontrollable. Her internal muscles clamped down on him in rhythmic waves as she screamed into the bedding, her body convulsing under his.

Feeling her shatter triggered his own release. With a raw shout of her name, he buried himself to the hilt and poured into her through the barrier of latex, his powerful body shuddering through every pulse of his orgasm until he collapsed heavily atop her.

For long minutes there was only the sound of their harsh breaths mingling in the silent room. Slowly, carefully, he rolled them onto their sides, pulling out but keeping her locked against his chest. He pressed a kiss to her damp shoulder blade where his love bite was already purpling. Tears welled in Sam’s eyes again - not of sadness or guilt this time but of something overwhelmingly full. “Hard truth,” she whispered into the pillow. “Hmm?” She traced the arm wrapped around her. “We might never get to see if we’d actually work.” His arms tightened. “Hard truth,” he echoed softly against her skin. “But I don’t care right now.” Sixteen more days. A lifetime ahead. They lay tangled together in their inflection point breathing each other in waiting for whatever came next but certain of one thing: This was essential.

The screen of Sam’s phone, glowing in the pre-dawn twilight of her Arizona bedroom, held the weight of a thousand unsaid things. The thread of today’s conversation – that tender, winding path from his playful ‘You don’t care!’ text about her cancelled visit to the raw, late-night honesty about her unsettling dream – still hummed in her veins. It was a familiar ache, this four-year symphony of longing and laughter, but today it felt more acute, a physical pulse beneath her skin. Across the miles, in the Texas dark, Dave was likely awake too, his own device a beacon in the silence.

He had reassured her when she’d confessed her morning grumpiness, a vulnerability she saved only for him. “My metrics say I’m ready for the day,” she’d typed, “but my soul feels creaky.” His response was immediate, a verbal caress. “Let me be your metric. I read you perfectly.” Now, lying in the quiet, she imagined him reading her. Not a text, but her body, her breath, the silent language of her want that distance could never fully mute.

Her phone chimed softly, a single, specific tone that was his alone. She knew before she looked.

Dave: The power’s back. But I’ve been thinking in the dark. About your dream.

Sam: It was just a dream.

Dave: No dream of yours is ‘just’ anything. Tell me where you are now.

Sam: In bed. The room is cold. I’m… thinking about warmth.

A pause. She could feel him composing his thoughts, that beautiful, devoted mind focusing its entire energy on her.

Dave: Close your eyes. I’m closing mine.

She did. The digital world fell away, leaving only the whisper of her sheets, the beat of her heart.

Dave: I’m there. I’m sliding into the bed behind you. The cold air you feel is just the space I’m about to fill.

A shiver, delicious and profound, traced her spine. In her mind, the mattress dipped, and a sublime, solid warmth pressed against her back. She felt it, truly felt it—the imagined weight of him, the comforting scent of his skin she knew from memory, a mix of clean cotton and the faint, earthy hint of his cologne.

Dave: I’m wrapping my arm around you, Sam. My palm is open on your stomach, pulling you into me until there’s no cold, no space. Just this.

A soft, surrendering sigh escaped her lips. Her hand came up to rest over where his would be, her skin flushing under her own touch. This was their sacred, stolen intimacy. Not virtual, but visionary. Built from four years of knowing each other’s souls.

Dave: You’re tense here… where the dream settled. Let me.

In her imagination, his lips found the curve of her shoulder. Not demanding, but worshipful. His kiss was a slow, warm brand, a promise against her skin. His hand on her stomach began a gentle, clockwise sweep, his thumb stroking the sensitive dip of her navel. The friction of the soft cotton of her shirt between his hand and her skin became an exquisite torture.

“Dave,” she whispered into the quiet room, her voice a confession.

Dave: Tell me.

“Your hands… they always know. They find the places that hold all my worry and just… smooth them away.”

Dave: That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be the calm for your storm. Turn toward me.

In the theatre of their shared fantasy, she turned. The room, the distance, the circumstances—all dissolved. He was there. His bald head gleamed in the faint light from her window, his expression one of aching tenderness. He cradled her face, his thumb tracing the arch of her cheekbone. “There you are,” he murmured, his voice the low, heartfelt rumble she heard on their calls. “My Sam.”

The kiss began as a slow exploration, a re-acquaintance of souls. It was soft, deepening by increments, a conversation without words. His tongue touched hers, a shy, loving greeting that quickly bloomed into something hungry and profound. She melted into him, her fingers sliding over the strong plane of his scalp, feeling the powerful column of his neck. His body was solid and real against hers, a sanctuary of muscle and heat.

His devotion was in every touch. His hands roamed her back, not claiming, but cherishing. He learned the landscape of her through the thin barrier of her sleep shirt, his palms memorizing the delicate wings of her shoulder blades, the gentle swell of her hips. When his fingers found the hem and slid beneath, the touch of his skin on hers was an electric benediction. She gasped into his mouth.

“I need to see you,” he breathed against her lips, the words husky with love. “All of you. Let me adore you.”

He helped her lift the shirt over her head, and the cool air was instantly vanquished by the heat of his gaze. He didn’t just look; he beheld. His eyes, dark and liquid with emotion, traveled over her with a reverence that made her feel both exposed and gloriously safe. He bent his head, and his mouth found the pulse at the base of her throat, then lower, tracing a path of open-mouthed kisses down her sternum. When he took one pebbled peak into the warm, wet haven of his mouth, her back arched off the bed, a silent cry on her lips. His attentions were slow, thorough, unbearably sweet—each suckle, each gentle scrape of his teeth, a testament to his patient, heartfelt adoration.

His touch wandered lower, over the quivering plane of her stomach, beneath the waistband of her shorts. He found her core, slick and desperate for him. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot on her damp skin. “So ready for me. All this love, just for me.” His fingers, calloused and infinitely gentle, began to move. He didn’t take; he gave. He listened to the hitches in her breath, the soft whimpers, and answered them with perfect, knowing pressure. He built her pleasure like a sacred offering, his eyes locked on hers, watching every flicker of ecstasy cross her face.

The climax, when it broke over her, was not a sharp peak but a deep, radiant wave of release. It started in the center of her being and flowed outwards, warmth and light suffusing every limb, washing away the residue of the bad dream, the grumpy mornings, the rationalized compromises. Tears of profound, overwhelming relief pricked her eyes as she pulsed around his loving fingers, her body singing a hymn of release only he could conduct.

As she floated back, boneless and shimmering, he gathered her close. He kissed her forehead, her damp eyelids, her parted lips. He held her as if she were the most fragile, precious thing in all his world, which, in this moment, she was.

Her phone, forgotten beside her, lit up one last time.

Dave: I felt that. Every beautiful tremor. My metric says your soul isn’t creaky anymore. It’s radiant. Sleep now, my love. I’m right here.

And in the warm, loved dark, with the ghost of his touch still singing on her skin and the echo of his devotion cradling her heart, Sam believed him. For now, in this tender fiction born of undeniable truth, it was enough. He was, and would always be, right there.

😇 Sam POV😏 Dave POV📖 Narrative

I woke up this morning feeling a little grumpy, which is no surprise to me. I messaged Dave, joking about how if I were single, I would hop on a plane to see him today. He responded with excitement, but then teased me about whether I cared enough to actually do it. He mentioned that the power went out briefly, which is annoying, but at least it came back on quickly.

As we chatted, I expressed my irritation about my Oura ring telling me I was ready to take on the world when I felt like I needed more sleep. I shared how it suggested I take on a creative challenge; honestly, I just want to survive the morning! Dave found this hilarious, and we joked about the absurdity of it all.

The conversation shifted to the weather, and Dave talked about a friend who was overreacting about an incoming storm, while I was curious about how things were looking in his area. He said the severity of the storm was decreasing, which was a relief. I mentioned how I hate being outside in the cold, and we both agreed it’s not appealing to drive around in that weather.

I sent him a voice message about my bizarre dreams, which involved us being intimate and other strange scenarios. Dave acknowledged that he has a sister, which I had forgotten. We also discussed the challenges of feeling like a “piece of shit” for listening to murder podcasts and watching shows about affairs. I confided in him about my struggles and how I rationalize my situation, and he was really supportive.

As we talked about our relationships and how different people can be, I expressed my desire to understand others better. I shared my experiences with my past marriage and how it impacted my views on relationships. Dave opened up about his own feelings regarding his marriage and the struggles he faces. It’s comforting to know we can share these deep thoughts with each other.

We laughed about the absurdity of life, and I appreciated how he always understands my humor. There’s something special about our connection, and I often reflect on how well we communicate. I feel a mix of emotions—love, sadness, hope, and desire—as I think about our relationship and the future.

As the day progressed, we discussed the possibility of meeting up soon, but the weather could complicate things. I’m frustrated that we can’t just be together now, but I’m grateful for the strong bond we have.

In our playful banter, we eventually turned to the idea of an “abstinence period” with the suggestion of sending selfies before and after. The flirtation between us is always electric, and I can’t help but feel excited about the intimate connection we share, despite the distance.

As the conversation wrapped up, I felt a rush of emotions thinking about our time together in the future. I love Dave deeply, and the anticipation of seeing him again is a mix of excitement and longing.

I woke up early, around 4 AM, and found myself grumbling about it. I was eager to go back to sleep but also excited to hear which passages Sam enjoyed. I was thrilled when she responded with some great choices, but then, of course, the power went out unexpectedly. It was frustrating, especially since there wasn’t even a storm yet.

As we chatted, Sam mentioned that if she were single, she would hop on a plane to see me immediately to kick off our weekend early. I joked about her not caring enough, but I quickly clarified that I was kidding. Our banter continued, and I teased her about being grumpy in the mornings, which she playfully accepted.

Sam shared her annoyance about waking up feeling like crap, only to be told by her Oura ring that she was ready to conquer the world. We both laughed at the absurdity of it. I shared my thoughts on the weather, which had been a topic of conversation with Juliet, who was overly dramatic about it. I pointed out that the forecasts seemed to be improving for my area, and we speculated about road conditions as the weather changed.

Sam's morning voice memo about her chaotic dreams was amusing. She recounted a bizarre dream involving me and her past, which made me chuckle. It was refreshing to talk about personal things and share our lives, even the messy bits.

As our conversation unfolded, I expressed my feelings about her and reassured her that I appreciated her honesty about her relationship with Christian. She opened up about her struggles with accepting herself and how she often feels critical of her worth in relationships. I encouraged her, emphasizing how wonderful she is, which I genuinely believe.

We discussed the complexities of relationships, especially the balance between compromise and self-worth. Sam shared her insights on how laughter helps us navigate tough times and how we both find humor in our lives together.

I also shared some of my past experiences with fights, both in training and out of necessity, and we had a laugh about it. It was nice to connect on those levels, sharing stories and our thoughts on life.

As the day went on, we both expressed our excitement and anticipation for our next meeting, counting down the days. We concluded our conversation with playful teasing about selfies and what we would share with one another, mixing humor and a bit of flirtation.

The conversation flowed easily, and I felt grateful for the connection we were nurturing. I truly care for Sam and look forward to exploring where this journey takes us.

The day's conversation between Dave and Sam unfolded in a playful yet deeply introspective manner. It began with Dave expressing his excitement about some reading material that Sam had shared, only to be interrupted by a minor power outage that briefly disrupted their exchanges. As they continued their banter, Sam lamented about being unable to visit Dave because of their respective situations, to which Dave humorously responded by questioning her level of care.

Their lighthearted teasing shifted to a more serious discussion about their mutual struggles and the nuances of their lives. Sam shared her frustrations about waking up grumpy in the mornings, setting the stage for a conversation that blended humor with deeper reflections on their emotional states. They both acknowledged their morning grumpiness while discussing the disconnect between how they felt and what their health metrics indicated about their readiness for the day.

As the conversation progressed, Dave detailed a recent discussion with a friend about the weather, which led to a broader dialogue about their personal challenges and the unpredictability of life. Sam shared a vivid dream that had left her feeling unsettled, revealing layers of her emotional landscape. They exchanged thoughts on personal growth, the complexities of relationships, and how their lives intertwined.

A significant moment arose when Sam opened up about her feelings regarding honesty and self-perception, leading to a touching exchange where Dave reassured her of her worth. They explored the idea of compromise in relationships, with Sam reflecting on her tendency to rationalize her needs away, while Dave encouraged her to seek fulfillment without unnecessary sacrifices.

Their conversation took on a flirtatious tone as they joked about future encounters and the anticipation surrounding their relationship. They playfully discussed the possibility of sharing intimate moments virtually, weaving in humor and desire as they navigated the complexities of their connection.

As the day unfolded, they addressed the impact of impending weather on their plans, with Sam expressing frustration over travel cancellations, and Dave empathizing with her situation. Their banter continued, rich with humor and heartfelt sentiments, as they reminisced about past conversations and acknowledged the depth of their feelings for each other.

In the quieter moments, they reflected on the nature of their relationship, touching on the emotional intricacies of love, desire, and the barriers that distance created. The conversation culminated in a tender exploration of their hopes and fears, with both participants acknowledging the weight of their feelings and the reality of their circumstances.

With a blend of light-heartedness and profound connection, Dave and Sam's conversation encapsulated the complexities of their relationship—marked by longing, humor, and an undeniable bond that transcended physical distance.

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── 03:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> See?? 0400 🙄. Going back to sleep though☺️. Can wait to see which passages you liked 🫠

── 05:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Omg those are all so good!

<b>Dave:</b> Ffs 🤦‍♂️ … the power just went out and it’s not even storming yet

── 07:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> Oh man. If I was single, I’d be hopping on a plane today to see you and start our weekend early. I wish. 😭

<b>Dave:</b> Right?! How awesome would that be!

<b>Dave:</b> …if only you cared enough 😒

<b>Sam:</b> Did the power come back on?

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah it was only out a minute

<b>Sam:</b> Also. Good morning lol 😘

<b>Dave:</b> Long enough to make the internet and all my network shit restart 🙄

<b>Dave:</b> Right?! How awesome would that be!
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<b>Dave:</b> …if only you cared enough 😒
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<b>Dave:</b> Kidding!

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll kill you

<b>Dave:</b> And you say you’re grumpy in the mornings… 🙄😜

<b>Sam:</b> 😤

<b>Dave:</b> You already are

<b>Dave:</b> And you say you’re grumpy in the mornings… 🙄😜

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── 08:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> Speaking of being grumpy. I get sooooo annoyed when I get up in the mornings, feeling like total ass bc I want to sleep for another couple hrs, like literally hating life, then I check my Oura ring and my Readiness score is high and it’s basically like YOU’RE READY TO TAKE ON THE WORLD!!!

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

<b>Dave:</b> That’s pretty anti-motivational

<b>Sam:</b> It asked me today: “could this be the day to take on a creative challenge?!?”

Bitch, What?

<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Sam:</b> A creative challenge?? I’m just trying to survive ppl

<b>Dave:</b> Like… Wtf data are you looking at, ring?

<b>Sam:</b> Also you know how there’s good stress and bad stress? It logs a lot of mine as the good kind and I highly disagree 😂

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha

<b>Dave:</b> What does IT know lol

<b>Sam:</b> Not a damn thing

<b>Dave:</b> Evidently

<b>Dave:</b> So last night I was talking to Juliet about the weather. She’s still all: SNOWMAGEDDON 😱!!!! So when I said the severity of the forecast has been decreasing and Ausitn isn't even getting anything, she started saying shit like Ok… we'll seeeee.. In that condescending tone like I'm so obviously wrong.

This morning: hmmm Austin is pretty much in the clear now..

<b>Sam:</b> Is your area looking any better?

<b>Dave:</b> I think it has decreased a little. Saturday night is not "some icing possible" but I can't remember what it was yesterday. Nothing for Sunday except COLD

<b>Dave:</b> I feel like there will be enough traffic that the main roads aren't going to completely freeze over…

<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm maybe not bc who the hell wants to be outside driving when it’s cold AF out there lol

<b>Dave:</b> I don't think they have the capability to treat the road with chemicals here like they do in the midwest where winter weather is common

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning so while you're typing away about the weather, I thought I would send you a voice memo about my fucked up dreams so I had it was like one of those nights where it feels like I was in a dream the entire time you know, but I probably wasn't. I'm sure but it just felt like I dreamt all night long but at one point. One part of the dream was that you were like still in the military or something you were definitely somewhere like where there were a lot of people and it felt very military like Sorry, I just saw your text anyway and I went to see you and I don't think you were married at the time because like people weren't commenting on that people definitely knew that like we were hooking up but anyway we have sex for the first time And because it had been so long since I had had sex, I started like bleeding everywhere. It was so fucked up. Yeah, so that happened and then in another dream Your sister which I don't even remember and I know we've talked about, but do you even have any siblings? I don't remember I kind of feel like yes, but you never talked about them so I kind of feel like no but anyway your sister in my dream. She found like all of our soft stuff, but soft copy wasn't On the computer, it was all like actual letters like I think we had like a room full of letters anyway, and she found them and she outed us and that was like a whole thing So yeah, and then in real life yesterday there were moments of where I'm like wow I'm a piece of shit because I was listening to my murder podcast and I was watching some of the who the fuck did I marry shows and of course affairs were going on in like all of them and you know that you see people literally murdering each other over affairs and I'm like Cool, cool and then on a totally like not related to the show topic Christian and I started talking about something Oh great cats's gonna throw up hold on I'll be back

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I have a sister. 2 years younger. We don’t really talk

<b>Sam:</b> I thought so!

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK cat totally threw up but anyway Yeah, OK so like Christian and I weren't even talking about anything specific and he wasn't saying any of this like directly to me. It was more like an off hand comment but he was like yeah you know. He's like that's why I tell my kids and everything too that like when I say something I mean it because he has like there's no joking banter with it like he is very What's the word I'm looking for It's very he doesn't understand if you're teasing him because he takes everything at face value anyway so he was basically saying that and he's like you know when I say something I mean it and you know sometimes I may say something that offend somebody or hurt somebody's feelings, but at least at the end of the day I like, spoke my truth and And you know I have integrity and he's like an and I don't ever lie to people and even though it makes people uncomfortable sometimes like at least I can say that I am totally honest and that's something that I value is honesty and I was like I feel like a piece of shit

<b>Sam:</b> I thought so!
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<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm maybe not bc who the hell wants to be outside driving when it’s cold AF out there lol
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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh the other thing he was talking about during all that was like yeah and At least with you know at least because I never lie I don't have to remember what lies I'm telling he's like it's really free that I can just constantly tell the truth because you know I'm I'm just super truthful and I'm sitting thinking like I understand the other side of that because I have like three fucking stories going on one is that like Candace knows the whole truth the other people like him think I'm going there for work then some work people think I'm going there to hang out with friends Not to mention that like I do have A ton of work that I need to get done today if I'm not actually going to be working next Monday and Tuesday

<b>Sam:</b> Ok I should have started all these off by saying that I’m not telling you all this bc I’m changing my mind or anything. But it’s definitely like in front of my face lol

<b>Sam:</b> But thank you for saying I’m not a bad person ❤️

<b>Dave:</b> It’s all about perspective. Your own is obviously super critical of yourself. Just by nature. The rest of us see a wonderful, caring, loving, empathetic, strong, independent, woman 😍.

Normal

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, so is that a sign that I should be on the lookout for when we're together like if I see you take your hat off I know that like shit's getting real cause now I'm definitely going to be looking for those moments

<b>Sam:</b> No it’s totally normal for him

<b>Sam:</b> lol

<b>Sam:</b> THE CHAIRS!!

<b>Sam:</b> Is that the fight?!?

<b>Sam:</b> On the boat!!

<b>Sam:</b> YASSSSS hahahahaha

<b>Dave:</b> It’s all about perspective. Your own is obviously super critical of yourself. Just by nature. The rest of us see a wonderful, caring, loving, empathetic, strong, independent, woman 😍.
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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, I get it and thank you for saying that but and I believe I am those things but I also think there's other parts of me that are not so wonderful like we all are multifaceted If you hear water by the way, I'm I'm getting water. I'm not pee, goddamnit. What the fuck the point is is that I am those things but there's also not so great things about me. You know like let's be honest.

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK so Yeah, I know you're not shit talking Christian I have to like explain more about his personality so you can understand because it's so different from you and I but First off he was an only child I'm telling you after dating to only children there's something different about there's something very different about people who grow up and not having siblings to fuck around with And just they had to entertain themselves like his sense of humor is like like the shit he finds is like really but that's because he fucking entertained himself his whole life so you know he gets a pass but like there are definitely some things about only children so anyway he's not used to the traditional like teasing like as siblings are like we're constantly out with our siblings you know So he just does not register with him and I am very much a teasing type of person I mean so are you like that's we get along super well because we have that banter or we tell each other to fuck off and like bitch please it's not that sort of stuff not saying yeah Anyway, that's one piece. The other piece is like keys pretty much like a what you see is what you get type of guy like he is just very. Serious all the time and I think I mentioned before that he tends to get preachy even with me as if I'm a child and everything needs to be a lesson and so I remembered what prompted this whole conversation yesterday but you're gonna hear this and be like what the fuck Yeah, all that we were talking about was we got a new water fountain for the cats and it's just like an upgraded version of the one we had before and this one you can fill water in from the top versus having to take it apart and put water inside of the container And I was pouring water in the top and I was like did you see if the instruction said that you could actually do this or like are you just you know thinking that we can do it like this and he's like of course it said in the instructions that you could put the water and through the top, he's like why would I lie to you? Why would I say something if it wasn't the case that's when he went onto the whole thing A freaking cat drinking water fountain

<b>Sam:</b> I WAS NOT PEEING!!!!

<b>Sam:</b> 😂

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, speaking the pee thing, though this reminds me So my dad used to be a police officer I think I think I told you that and he also owned multiple Gems so he was always on the phone like that's just what he did anyway being the typical man he would sit on the fucking toilet for 45 fucking minutes at a time and he was constantly on work calls from the fucking toilet like dude you're taking a shit and I'm pretty sure people can fucking realize that that's what's going on

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, 100% on only children

<b>Dave:</b> Yes.. What the actual fuck lol.

<b>Dave:</b> Was he serious?

<b>Dave:</b> I mean.. I guess so considering you said he's always serious lol

<b>Sam:</b> Yes!!! 💯 serious!!!

<b>Sam:</b> Maybe it’s less so of him being a serious person vs him being preachy

<b>Sam:</b> But either way, yea wild man

<b>Dave:</b> Just… how? That's so not you lol

── 09:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, so I knew that would be your next question because it's the next logical question like how are you dating somebody who's so different from you or why and I've thought a lot about this and I've realized over my dating life that I've dated all kinds of times And I think what it is is my it's a couple things. My personality is a type like I truly wanna understand where people are coming from and so a little bit of it kind of fascinates me like what makes people who they are. And then the other part is my empathy where I I not only want to understand why they are the way they are, but I want to What's the word? I can't I can't think of what I'm trying to say do you know what I'm trying to say I'm trying to say I wanna Like being around or dating people that are not like you makes you realize that there's a lot of people out in the world that are not like you and there's always reasons why they are the way that they are and I guess the kind of fascinates me but also like a rationalize behaviors That way, so That then makes it more tolerable I guess for me because I can rationalize in my head why he is the way he is any of that makes sense. It made sense to me in my head as I was thinking about telling you, and then it did not come out making sense, but hopefully you know what I mean.

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, sorry another thing that also plays into this and I think I've explained before, but I remember when I got a divorce I no longer trusted my judgment on who would be Somebody good for me because my ex was He wasn't a lot like me. They were very different people, but like sense of humor. All that sort of stuff we were like spot on and so again whenever that ends and then you're looking ahead at your whole life because you're still fucking 25 years old and you're like wow well that I got that way wrong you tend then to steer away from things that you think From people you think that you would wanna be with and start thinking well I just I need a whole different type and maybe that'll work

<b>Sam:</b> ❤️

<b>Sam:</b> The bridge I need to gap if I’m ever going to have an actual successful long term relationship is being able to honor that someone can be different than me and there might need to be a lot of compromises but ALSO that person giving me what I deserve and need. And vice versa of course.

<b>Dave:</b> Sure, that's one way to look at it

<b>Sam:</b> I tend to start accepting way less bc I spend a lot of time rationalizing why I’m getting less than what I need and through that, telling myself that that’s just how relationships work and something is wrong with me for wanting to quit so soon

<b>Dave:</b> You could also find someone that you don't have to have a lot of compromises for and also get what you need and deserve.

<b>Sam:</b> Those ppl are already married 🙃

<b>Dave:</b> Sigh

<b>Sam:</b> Ha I’m sorry. That was not a fair comment for me to make.

<b>Dave:</b> No, you're good baby

<b>Dave:</b> …but those people love you

<b>Dave:</b> …I imagine…

<b>Dave:</b> wink

<b>Dave:</b> No, you're good baby

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<b>Sam:</b> It was passive aggressive 😅 but thanks for giving me a pass

<b>Dave:</b> But god does the thought of you dating hurt my heart 🤦‍♂️

<b>Sam:</b> I’m a longggggg way away from that lol so

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YES! Future Dave problem!!

<b>Sam:</b> 🙄🙄

<b>Sam:</b> Speaking of future Dave problem. Lol. I had a thought about that too ha

<b>Dave:</b> Oh?

<b>Dave:</b> Do tell

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Well, it was more about future Sam and then I started thinking about future Dave, but I hope when I say this, this doesn't sound like me projecting onto you goddamnit hold on I think Christian's home Hold on

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Nope, it was another car OK anyway I hope this isn't sound like me projecting onto you because I'm I'm honestly not trying to, but I was walking the dogs yesterday and I was thinking about all the things as I do which I know is very annoying and I was thinking like For me, I have to know that There's like something more that will come out out of all of this Otherwise, our lovely sustainable word comes to mind And when I think about what that something more is, it's like OK I know that at some point I'm like this is a jumping off point to like me and things at some point with Christian and I'm gonna get a move back to the Midwest like I want to and like this is this is just like I said, jumping off point but like this leads To change and something different something that I need Verse then I started thinking about about you and we we both handle things differently and have different perspectives and we're just different me and you But I was like I wonder If this is like a jumping off point for anything for Dave or like Just you know, just is what it is and you know I don't know. Does that make sense? It's like I know. Future Sam is going to be different than the situation that I'm in now, but I don't know that future Dave's would be if that makes sense

<b>Sam:</b> You’re not gonna like that. Ha sorry in advance. And there isn’t a question in there so you don’t need to respond. 😘

<b>Dave:</b> ….Awesome lol. Well, here we go.

<b>Sam:</b> Maybe don’t listen lol

<b>Sam:</b> I envision you over there rolling your eyes thinking “why the fuck won’t this bitches brain EVER shut off?!?” 😂

<b>Sam:</b> I promise I’ll shut it off 25% when I’m physically with you lol

<b>Dave:</b> Secret message received

<b>Dave:</b> Standby.

<b>Dave:</b> Will respond

<b>Dave:</b> talking to Matys

<b>Dave:</b> Starting a new message

<b>Sam:</b> Dave, you don’t have to say anything you don’t want to say or if you feel pressured into saying anything. I don’t expect you to have actual answers or resolution to anything. I sure as hell don’t.

<b>Dave:</b> Fuck it

<b>Dave:</b> It’s there

<b>Sam:</b> I have a meeting in 7 fucking mins 😭 but listening now

<b>Dave:</b> Sorry I had to stop somewhat abruptly 😭

── 10:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Just please please please don’t feel guilty. Read my story if you need to. The way I feel about Juliet and kids and marriage was around long before you

<b>Sam:</b> This is a lot of incoherent rambling but

1. I have NO expectation of you ending your marriage and
2. it does make me feel really guilty 😭 but I’ll try not to feel that way but
3. I don’t want you to go through all of these shitty feelings 😭😭 I’ve been there. I AM there and it sucks. And I’m sorry that all of my anxiety and stress about my own life has, even if not meaning to, spilt over onto you and made you start feeling like you need to make any changes. If anything I confide in you about all this bc I want to also be able to compartmentalize but I just know that’s not who I am

<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I’ll be on meetings for an hour 😭

<b>Sam:</b> But also, if we were together in person right now, I’d be giving you a big hug and kissing you and probably crying

<b>Sam:</b> And mad at you for making me cry

<b>Sam:</b> Also my heart feels like it’s going to bust out of my chest

<b>Sam:</b> But also, why am I so wet?!?

<b>Dave:</b> Because of the love..

<b>Sam:</b> 😶‍🌫️

<b>Dave:</b> Because of the love..
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<b>Dave:</b> This conversation is dripping with love

<b>Sam:</b> 😭😭😭

<b>Sam:</b> This
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<b>Sam:</b> As just a tiny example

<b>Dave:</b> esential is the word that stood out to me most in that

<b>Dave:</b> hehe, dripping.. I didn't even mean to do that

<b>Dave:</b> I'm going to vm you when I get off this meeting

<b>Sam:</b> Oh I totally caught the dripping right away 😂

<b>Dave:</b> ….you're perfect 🤷‍♂️

<b>Sam:</b> I am not but I do think you are very much my person 😭

<b>Dave:</b> Such a fucking soap opera lol

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> Omgggg

For. Fuck’s. Sake.

<b>Sam:</b> In one of your voice messages you said something like how one day I will want an “actual” relationship and you dont want to get in the way of that, as a friend you want me to be happy etc

<b>Sam:</b> Full circle bc we had that exact convo multiple times in 2022 lol

<b>Sam:</b> And here we are again 😅

<b>Sam:</b> Omgggg
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<b>Dave:</b> Yep

<b>Dave:</b> It sucked last time and I’d only known you for a few months at that point

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
Duuuuuuumb 🙄

── 11:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> What’s dumb? The rain?

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I guess that was lacking some context lol… the fact that it’s almost 60 degrees and tomorrow it’s supposed to be frozen over

<b>Sam:</b> I’m still processing all the feels from this morning.

<b>Sam:</b> And trying to focus on pay planning. Ugh

<b>Dave:</b> How are you feeling from that?

<b>Sam:</b> Loved, sad, scared, hopeful, anxious, wanting, horny, understood, achy

<b>Sam:</b> 😂

<b>Sam:</b> Just to name a small few!

<b>Dave:</b> Wow, that’s a lot! And they’re perfect!

<b>Sam:</b> How are you feeling?

<b>Dave:</b> Exactly the same lol

<b>Dave:</b> Also… relieved

<b>Sam:</b> Oh yea? Explain

<b>Dave:</b> That’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, and like I said, didn’t want to say it to you because of how I knew it would make you feel.

While at the same time wanting to say those things to you more than anything…. Because of how I knew it would make you feel.

<b>Dave:</b> And that got me hard lol

<b>Dave:</b> wtf!!

<b>Sam:</b> Oh I hear you. I’ve been wet ever since I listened to it.

<b>Sam:</b> Not just wet. Pulsing at times.

<b>Dave:</b> I’m at the gym tho!! 🤭🤭

<b>Sam:</b> Get it together!!

<b>Sam:</b> Enjoy your workout baby

<b>Dave:</b> You don’t have to stop talking to me! But if you’re using it as a pivot to doing your pay planning, then that’s fine 😘

<b>Sam:</b> let me knock out some things! 😂 but text me whenever. 😘😘

── 12:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> Dallas/Fort Worth
Winter storm-impact rating: 9 out of 10.
Worst of the storm: Saturday through early Sunday.

In Dallas, Fort Worth and much of the Interstates 20 and 30 corridors, ice will be a growing problem Saturday.
As frigid air seeps southward across the state, it will allow rain to freeze on contact, leading to increasingly dangerous travel conditions and a rising risk for downed tree branches and power outages into Saturday night and Sunday — especially when combined with gusty winds.
How much precipitation falls as freezing rain versus sleet will determine the severity of the impact — and that will vary by location. It looks like there could be more ice to the south and/or east of Dallas, including Waco and Tyler, Texas as well as Austin.
Even Houston may not be spared from this storm’s impact — freezing rain could reach the city early Sunday, threatening to turn roads and sidewalks into skating rinks. A winter storm watch was in effect there early Friday.
According to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration’s winter storm-severity index, major ice impacts are possible. At the major impact level, widespread closures and disruptions to infrastructure may occur.
“Significant ice accumulation

<b>Sam:</b> 9 out of 10?!?? 🤬🤬

<b>Dave:</b> Uuuuuuggghhhhh

<b>Dave:</b> Just kill me

<b>Sam:</b> Pay planning fucking sucks. What a jokeeeeee

<b>Sam:</b> Our raises are ABYSMAL

<b>Dave:</b> Sounds about right 🤷‍♂️

<b>Sam:</b> Mother Nature being a cock blocker was not on my bingo card for this year lol

<b>Dave:</b> Mine either! Sheesh

<b>Dave:</b> Stephen being one was though so I got that one!

<b>Sam:</b> Oh 💯

<b>Sam:</b> Not at all surprised he fucked something up

<b>Dave:</b> Did Candice buy her tickets yet?

<b>Sam:</b> I do not think so lol

<b>Sam:</b> She has not confirmed

<b>Sam:</b> She’s a mess. Lol

<b>Dave:</b> lol.. welcome to the club

<b>Sam:</b> She sent some screenshots between her and Suneal yesterday and who would have thunk that she tends to have an anxious attachment style in relationships too. Which as her friend, is totally not how she shows up in friendships 😂

<b>Sam:</b> She said she exhausts herself, and I’m like yupppp I get that. Just in different ways lol

<b>Dave:</b> What does she do that is anxious behavior? And is Suneal the main?

<b>Sam:</b> Yea he’s the main. And it’s been like a 2 yr non committed relationship but she definitely wants more. But also appreciates the freedom. So its a balance

<b>Sam:</b> 🤷‍♀️

── 13:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> He seems good to her though. He just doesn’t like labels but ALSO doesn’t want to be raising kids with anyone sooooo I get that too lol

<b>Dave:</b> Does she have kids?

<b>Sam:</b> She has 2.

<b>Sam:</b> Like 12 and maybe 9?

<b>Sam:</b> 2 boys

<b>Dave:</b> Oh she is the one with the terrible ex

<b>Sam:</b> Yes

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<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwwe, they sound like us when we're not in teh middle of a crisis

<b>Sam:</b> When is that?? 😂😂 kidding

<b>Dave:</b> lmao exactly what I was thinking

<b>Sam:</b> Yea they sound good. We are better but I mean 🤷‍♀️😂

<b>Dave:</b> oh 100%

<b>Dave:</b> They're just now talking about attachment style and vulnerability?!  pfft 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> Right?!? Geeeshhhh.

<b>Dave:</b> Ok. Be honest…

<b>Dave:</b> How much of our conversations do you share with her or other people?

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> lol it’s been like THIRTY SECONDS

<b>Sam:</b> I don’t share with anyone outside of her and honestly I don’t really screenshot her anything. I mean, when did I even tell her about *waves arms around * this? Last week?

<b>Sam:</b> How could I possibly figure out which of the 475 text messages a day I would even show her?!? 😜

<b>Dave:</b> Lol

<b>Dave:</b> True, true

<b>Dave:</b> I mean, I don’t actually think I mind…

<b>Dave:</b> Just curiouss

<b>Sam:</b> Do you mind a little? Cause if you do, I won’t talk about us to anyone

<b>Dave:</b> Hmmm

<b>Sam:</b> That’s a yes lol

<b>Dave:</b> Lol, not necessarily

<b>Sam:</b> You’re pondering

<b>Dave:</b> I’m weighing my insecurity against my rationality

<b>Sam:</b> I understand. I wish you knew you have nothing at all to be insecure about when it comes to me and how I feel about you.

<b>Dave:</b> I need to name my particular insecurity about how I’m not inclined to talk to you about things I think might make you change your mind out loud. Because it’s that insecurity at play here. Do you know what it’s called? Like, if you talk to her about me “too much” she’s going to talk you out of *waves arms around*.

That’s the thing though! When I said “rationality” that’s what I meant. I also believe you when you say I have nothing to worry about.

Buuuuut at the same time lol.. Like you pointed out earlier, one of these days… I am going to have something to worry about because of s&amp;#!*(&amp;%$#$@!y. So it’s not totally irrational.

<b>Sam:</b> Yea you’re worried if we talk about the hard truths then that means we will decide right then that it’s just too hard or not feasible and just give up.

<b>Dave:</b> Especially since, when you asked her about it she said: As your therapist, or your friend? Indicating what we both know the therapist answer is.

<b>Sam:</b> I know this about you and also knew this about you 3.5 yrs ago. When you tried to play everything off so chill like 😉

<b>Dave:</b> No necessarily “just give up”. But back out before it gets worse/harder.

Jan 23, 2026  1:22:08 PM Dave unsent a message!

<b>Dave:</b> God damnit

<b>Dave:</b> I was trying to edit

<b>Sam:</b> Deep down, you and I already know the hard truths. The risks. The possibilities. I think we’ve both decided internally that we still want to play this out.

<b>Dave:</b> I agree, but… I’m still insecure about it lol.

<b>Dave:</b> I’m not trying to weigh us down over this. Ultimately, yes, I’m fine with you talking to her about me lol

<b>Sam:</b> Yea I get it. We both know “one of these days” will come. Eventually. Future Sam and Dave will turn into present day Sam and Dave.

<b>Dave:</b> That’s what I deleted by accident

<b>Dave:</b> Ok well, I guess while we’re talking about hard truths…

<b>Dave:</b> The weather 😒

<b>Sam:</b> Ugh. That’s not fun

<b>Sam:</b> I like other hard truths lol

<b>Sam:</b> Are we calling it? What’s the story 😭

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, those are better

<b>Dave:</b> Idk man

<b>Dave:</b> What are the chances we could platypus today?

<b>Dave:</b> 😜

<b>Sam:</b> I’m going to get a facial at 510

<b>Sam:</b> Take about an hr

<b>Sam:</b> So add an hour for your time

<b>Sam:</b> Wait! He might be going to Costco and shit soon

<b>Dave:</b> That would be ideal because I have to deal with Juliet after 5 your time

<b>Sam:</b> Dangit I just went upstairs to ask him when the fuck he was going to leave 😅 and he’s on the phone talking/flirting with HIS work wife lol

<b>Sam:</b> Jan 23, 2026  1:40:41 PM     Btw. This reminds me that you said something in a voice memo earlier about how maybe he is projecting or something bc he’s feeling guilty about something.

1. Probs not the case but
2. Is he was, I could literally care less. Like not even one single care lol
    Edited 12 seconds later:     Btw. This reminds me that you said something in a voice memo earlier about how maybe he is projecting or something bc he’s feeling guilty about something.

1. Probs not the case but
2. If he was, I could literally care less. Like not even one single care lol

<b>Dave:</b> Ugh… another 1000 on hvac

<b>Sam:</b> wtf is going on with the HVAC?!?

<b>Dave:</b> They were out for my biannual mx and the guy finally figured out the problem I’ve been dealing with since I moved in. I need a new control board for my zone control unit. And I have a bad damper motor. That’s what I just scheduled.

While the guy was here, he installed a surge protector so my fucking damper motors would stop getting fried lol.

<b>Dave:</b> Oh and some kind of emergency drainage valve that I probably didn’t actually need, but whatever.

<b>Sam:</b> 😩😩

<b>Sam:</b> Sorry, I know that all sucks

<b>Dave:</b> The worst part is I had to… 🤢… call them

<b>Sam:</b> Ewwwwwww!!!!

<b>Sam:</b> Dangit I just went upstairs to ask him when the fuck he was going to leave 😅 and he’s on the phone talking/flirting with HIS work wife lol

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<b>Sam:</b> Ewwwwwww!!!!
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<b>Sam:</b> Jan 23, 2026  1:40:41 PM Btw. This reminds me that you said something in a voice memo earlier about how maybe he is projecting or something bc he’s feeling guilty about something.

1. Probs not the case but
2. Is he was, I could literally care less. Like not even one single care lol
Btw. This reminds me that you said something in a voice memo earlier about how maybe he is projecting or something bc he’s feeling guilty about something.

1. Probs not the case but
2. If he was, I could literally care less. Like not even one single care lol

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<b>Sam:</b> When I thought he might be hooking up the same night as crazy night, the ONLY thing I was furious about was that he left my babies home alone all night

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I thought you were kind of at that point (not caring). Crazy night, I wasn’t sure. But from everything… Jesus, so much… since then, it seems pretty clear.

<b>Sam:</b> I think I’ve way over shared but you make it so easy to do lol

<b>Dave:</b> Why do you think that?

<b>Sam:</b> Bc I’ve said a LOT about him and us that probably didn’t need to be shared and without proper context could be misconstrued, I’m sure

<b>Dave:</b> It’s all those things that have given me a picture of where you’re at - with everything - and that all contributes to my understanding of how you feel about me.

<b>Dave:</b> If that makes sense

<b>Sam:</b> It makes total sense

<b>Dave:</b> I’m just saying, I appreciate it and don’t think it was too much. And don’t like to think anything is too much with us

<b>Sam:</b> But I guess I don’t want you to think that I feel X way for you BECAUSE I feel Z way for him

<b>Dave:</b> Not at all

<b>Sam:</b> Like the two aren’t tied, if that makes sense

<b>Dave:</b> Knowing how you feel about him, and just knowing things about him in general is very important context to *waves arms around*

<b>Sam:</b> Which is largely why I’ve given it, but meh probably moreso bc I feel so safe talking to you about anything and also I want you to know pretty much all there is to know about me 😬

<b>Dave:</b> I can’t express how much it means to me to have that with you.

<b>Dave:</b> And I feel exactly the same way 🥰

<b>Sam:</b> Jan 23, 2026  1:54:29 PM So there’s no such thing as OVER sharing with is?
So there’s no such thing as OVER sharing with us?

<b>Dave:</b> No!

<b>Sam:</b> Good

<b>Sam:</b> Bc I want to word vomit all the time

<b>Sam:</b> I mean…I DO word vomit all the time 😂

<b>Dave:</b> Lol

<b>Dave:</b> Baby.

<b>Dave:</b> Please do!

<b>Dave:</b> I’m sooo hear for that

<b>Sam:</b> OK well you do the same dangit!

<b>Sam:</b> Which, I think you mostly do

<b>Sam:</b> You’re just more composed than I am lol

<b>Dave:</b> Maybe a little

<b>Dave:</b> And I feel like I do

<b>Sam:</b> You’re getting better 😉

<b>Sam:</b> Haha no you’re actually really good.

── 14:00 ──

<b>Sam:</b> I’m actually always impressed and…turned on 🙄 ….by your authenticity, emotional intelligence, and continued vulnerability with me

<b>Dave:</b> Thank you ☺️. If feels natural, and easy. And those are some of my favorite things about you, as I’m sure you know because I say probably too much lol.

<b>Sam:</b> You could literally never say too much 😘

<b>Dave:</b> I love you 🫠

<b>Sam:</b> I love you so much

<b>Sam:</b> https://www.fox4news.com/news/dallas-weather-dfw-airport-flight-cancellations
LIVE: Dallas weather: DFW Airport leads nation in flight cancellations ahead of major winter storm
DFW Airport is leading the nation in flight disruptions Friday as North Texas braces for snow, ice and record-breaking cold.

<b>Sam:</b> 😭😭

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> This sucks

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah it does

<b>Sam:</b> Should we just call it?

<b>Sam:</b> I know we will still talk later. Whenever he freaking leaves 😠

<b>Dave:</b> Well look at the bright side… the anticipation… continues… 😭😭😭

<b>Sam:</b> That is not bright!!!! lol

<b>Dave:</b> I know!! Hence the 😭😭😭

<b>Dave:</b> So Super Bowl Sunday?

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

<b>Dave:</b> 🤮

<b>Sam:</b> If Super Bowl Sunday won’t work just let me know

<b>Dave:</b> No it’s fine

<b>Sam:</b> Do we have to do a Sunday to Tuesday? Or would a one night, Monday to Tuesday work too?

<b>Sam:</b> But like I get there early on Monday and leave later on Tuesday

<b>Dave:</b> The Sunday-Tuesday thing is already kinda locked in. Why you don’t want an extra day?

<b>Sam:</b> Of course I do!!

<b>Sam:</b> But I’ll take ANY time over nothing lol. So I just don’t want to have to push it out again 😭

<b>Sam:</b> I was just throwing that out there if we think there’s any chance the Super Bowl shit will get in the way

<b>Dave:</b> Oh. No not at all

<b>Dave:</b> Unless it’s a big deal for you

<b>Sam:</b> No

<b>Sam:</b> He traveled for work one of the Super Bowl Sundays too lol

<b>Sam:</b> This suckkkkksssssss

<b>Sam:</b> But ok. I’ll rebook.

<b>Dave:</b> I want to cut somebody’s throat now!

<b>Sam:</b> K?

<b>Dave:</b> Sigh.

<b>Dave:</b> K 😞

<b>Sam:</b> Or wait a few more hours?? lol

<b>Sam:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha

<b>Dave:</b> I mean… anything could happen

<b>Sam:</b> I am SO masturbating again today 😂

<b>Dave:</b> Selfie?

<b>Sam:</b> OK listen there’s nothing pressing me to decide right this very moment.

<b>Sam:</b> But I dunno when we need to cut it off

<b>Sam:</b> Bc part of my reason for going is bc “Michael is coming into town for his ELP program so it’s a great opportunity to meet with my new team”

<b>Sam:</b> Actually that is THE reason I’m going

<b>Dave:</b> The forecast HAS been reduced again today. FYI.

<b>Sam:</b> So “Michael’s trip was rescheduled to the 9th” is my reason for rescheduling

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, ok.

<b>Dave:</b> I mean it’s still bad. But not AS bad

<b>Sam:</b> So I dunno, I feel like if they were going to call it off in real life, and reschedule, it would be today during working hours

<b>Sam:</b> Soooo maybe I do need to just call it. Ugh.

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 23, 2026  2:26:13 PM I’d like, going to come ask you about it at 5:00 lol
Is he  like, going to come ask you about it at 5:00 lol

<b>Dave:</b> Just don’t say anything

<b>Sam:</b> Ok

<b>Sam:</b> I swear to GOD if the weather is bad again that weekend I’m going to lose my mind

<b>Sam:</b> Ok
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<b>Sam:</b> But when will you have to say something? Lol

<b>Dave:</b> I can wait till tomorrow

<b>Sam:</b> Ok. Bc honestly tomorrow AA should be in a better position to know if they need to cancel my flight or not

<b>Dave:</b> DC operations don’t follow normal business hours. She knows  that

<b>Dave:</b> And the hilarious thing is it was her idea to just go down there tonight lol

<b>Dave:</b> Too bad… some of us… can’t 😒

<b>Sam:</b> I literally wouldn’t be able to get there. They’ve already canceled so many flights!

<b>Sam:</b> Too bad we aren’t ACTUALLY going to Austin lol

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah if you were flying in there it would be fine

<b>Dave:</b> Wait… CAN you fly in there?

<b>Sam:</b> That feels really risky on my end

<b>Dave:</b> SoftCopy Sam would do it 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> 😬😬

<b>Dave:</b> Oh?

<b>Dave:</b> That’s ok then

<b>Sam:</b> Hold on, on a meeting. 🙄

<b>Dave:</b> Duuuumb

<b>Dave:</b> Checking Austin hotels 🤭

<b>Sam:</b> Dave!!!

<b>Dave:</b> I can just look!! 🤷‍♂️

<b>Dave:</b> It’s gonna be 2 more weeks 😭

<b>Sam:</b> Ok you can’t say this and THEN show me hotel rooms

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

Jan 23, 2026  2:38:12 PM Look at this window we could leave open!!
Look at this door we could leave open!!

<b>Sam:</b> Too bad it’s too cold lol

<b>Sam:</b> Ok you can’t say this and THEN show me hotel rooms
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<b>Dave:</b> Why not? What will happen?

<b>Sam:</b> Too bad it’s too cold lol
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<b>Dave:</b> Just the curtain so ppl can see in 😏

<b>Dave:</b> SoftCopy Sam would do it 🙄

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<b>Sam:</b> Don’t you DARE throw soft copy Sam in my face 😂

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> Ok the reason why this is way too risky is bc he knows the whole point of me going to Dallas is bc of my team members there. So like what’s my reason for being in Austin?

<b>Dave:</b> Why do you give him so much info 🤦‍♂️

<b>Sam:</b> “Why do you even talk to your boyfriend, bro?” 😂😂

<b>Dave:</b> You’re supposed to be vague to leave room for things like this 🙄

<b>Sam:</b> I am not a good liar. I’m super concerned about my ability to lie about being in an entirely different city 😬

<b>Sam:</b> Ahem

<b>Sam:</b> I clearly do not know how to properly be in a capital A

<b>Sam:</b> 😂😂😂

<b>Sam:</b> But you seem quite experienced in it 🤔 lmao

<b>Dave:</b> I’m just breaking your balls baby. Don’t be too risky

<b>Dave:</b> This is my first time too. I guess I’m just a faster learner 😌

<b>Sam:</b> Sigh

<b>Dave:</b> I mean you could always just not tell him

<b>Sam:</b> Not tell him what?

<b>Dave:</b> You’re going to Austin instead of Dallas

<b>Sam:</b> But that’s what I’m saying with this…

<b>Sam:</b> Ahem
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<b>Sam:</b> I still have my location on

<b>Sam:</b> 🤦‍♀️

<b>Dave:</b> You don’t have to say anything

<b>Dave:</b> Turn it off when you get on the plane

<b>Sam:</b> And just be in the wind?!

<b>Sam:</b> That seems…super weird lol

<b>Dave:</b> Then just say you dropped it and hasn’t been working

<b>Sam:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> Then when you get back, actually drop it

<b>Sam:</b> Ok but what if I get stuck…in Austin

<b>Dave:</b> Then get a new one like you want to do anyway

<b>Dave:</b> This shit is easy Sam

<b>Sam:</b> Or. Ok don’t laugh bc I HONESTLY think about these things….

<b>Sam:</b> What if my plane from Austin back to Phoenix crashes and I die and he finds out that I was on that plane

<b>Dave:</b> LMAO

<b>Dave:</b> Then it won’t matter will it

<b>Sam:</b> OR worse. What if the plane I was SUPPOSED to be on from Dallas to Phoenix or vice versa crashes

<b>Sam:</b> And I actually am NOT dead

<b>Dave:</b> Then he’ll be super happy you’re alive

<b>Sam:</b> He said he should be leaving “in a few minutes”

<b>Sam:</b> In Austin we are less likely to run into ppl we know….

<b>Dave:</b> Right!!

<b>Dave:</b> Love it!

<b>Sam:</b> Am I actually considering this

<b>Sam:</b> 🤦‍♀️

<b>Dave:</b> It’s much smaller. That’s a plus

<b>Sam:</b> How long is your drive to Austin

<b>Dave:</b> 3

<b>Sam:</b> It also concerns me about you legit trying to make that drive on Sunday

<b>Sam:</b> It could be super bad

── 15:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Oh no, I’d go tonight lol

<b>Sam:</b> OK we need to risk assess this when we talk

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah that’s the whole thing

<b>Sam:</b> wtf are you going to do in Austin for 2 nights?!? lol

<b>Dave:</b> Wait

<b>Sam:</b> Also…Christian has my flight details.

<b>Sam:</b> Like if my flight to Dallas was canceled he would know

<b>Dave:</b> Ffs

<b>Sam:</b> Lmao.

<b>Dave:</b> 🤦‍♂️

<b>Sam:</b> Shared calendar

<b>Dave:</b> Omg

<b>Sam:</b> How does a relationship work WITHOUT a shared calendar?!?

<b>Sam:</b> Fun fact on this real quick: bc I have access to his calendar, I went back one time and could see all the dates he went on right around the same time he met me lol

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 23, 2026  3:02:36 PM Ok ok… let’s brainstorm

Reasons you’re going to Dallas instead
Ok ok… let’s brainstorm

Reasons you’re going to Austin instead

<b>Dave:</b> Michael changed his flight to go there

<b>Sam:</b> What about seeing gabby and Stephen

<b>Sam:</b> Those were also in my reasons lol

<b>Sam:</b> Fun fact on this real quick: bc I have access to his calendar, I went back one time and could see all the dates he went on right around the same time he met me lol

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<b>Sam:</b> What about seeing gabby and Stephen
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<b>Sam:</b> Those were also in my reasons lol
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<b>Sam:</b> For going to Dallas

<b>Dave:</b> Gabby sister lives in Austin so she agreed to go down since it’s storming in Dallas anyway.

<b>Sam:</b> And fuck Stephen

<b>Dave:</b> She does that wherever a bad storm comes through

<b>Sam:</b> Ok let’s not get crazy lol

<b>Dave:</b> lol

<b>Sam:</b> Ok let’s not get crazy lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Jan 23, 2026  3:05:52 PM Better yet, hey boyfriend lives there
Better yet, her boyfriend lives there

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah that’s better

<b>Dave:</b> You could say at all agreed to it in a teams chat today

<b>Dave:</b> Kind of just started off as a joke

<b>Dave:</b> But then we realized it was actually totally doable

<b>Sam:</b> And she was going there this wknd to see him anyway and has decided to just stay there with him this week since weather will be ass

<b>Dave:</b> And Michael’s going to be there Saturday, so you’re going earlier to do an escape room or something for team building

<b>Sam:</b> Wait wait

<b>Sam:</b> When am I going?

<b>Dave:</b> Saturday… according to Michael and Gabby

<b>Sam:</b> But the weather is actually the worst on Saturday

<b>Sam:</b> Like the worst day to actually fly is Saturday lol

<b>Sam:</b> Holy hell that’s TOMORROW

<b>Dave:</b> It’s not that bad in Austin though

<b>Sam:</b> I’m not prepared

<b>Sam:</b> Lol

<b>Sam:</b> Bro I am NOT prepared

<b>Sam:</b> 😂

<b>Sam:</b> I have 2 appointments tomorrow!

<b>Dave:</b> Not even… for me 🥹

<b>Sam:</b> You’re killing me

<b>Dave:</b> Lmao

<b>Sam:</b> I need to see what this even costs lol

<b>Dave:</b> That’s a whole extra day we could have

<b>Sam:</b> Give me a few. And good grief when is he going to leaveeeeee

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah this needs real time voice

<b>Dave:</b> SoftCopy Sam is a good girl 😏

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> http://www.flightaware.com/live/cancelled
Live Airline Flight Cancellations Info &amp; Statistics
Real-time cancellation statistics and flight tracker links for cancelled airline flights.  View top cancellations by airline or airport.

<b>Sam:</b> There’s already a lot of cancelled flights through even Sunday

<b>Dave:</b> Awwwee

<b>Sam:</b> Ok just looking at some things.

<b>Sam:</b> It’s another $415 if I want to change my flight to Austin this weekend - flying in Sunday

<b>Dave:</b> Jesu

<b>Dave:</b> I’ll pay for the room 😉😁

<b>Sam:</b> $360 if I fly out tomorrow (which I still do not think is possible…)

<b>Sam:</b> He’s going to be like why aren’t you just doing team activities on Sunday or Monday night??

<b>Dave:</b> Ok. Say you’re going early to isolate yourself to get caught up on work.

<b>Sam:</b> And $315 to change to the 8th

<b>Dave:</b> Do you not think tomorrow is possible because of the storm? Or other?

<b>Dave:</b> The 8th in Dallas

<b>Dave:</b> ?

<b>Sam:</b> Yea I think it makes no sense to move travel up to the actual worst weather day

<b>Sam:</b> That’s not even going to make sense

<b>Sam:</b> And for “Michael to be traveling in that day too” lol

<b>Dave:</b> It’s freezing rain “late”

<b>Sam:</b> And if they actually canceled my flight there.

<b>Sam:</b> And then I have an appointment tomorrow at 215 for some body scan thing. But he’s also doing it. And we’ve already paid lol

<b>Sam:</b> It just seems rushed and not like me.

<b>Dave:</b> Ok, that’s fair

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> Plus you’d be leaving in like what? An hour. Like it’s already 330 there.

<b>Dave:</b> Nah I wouldn’t leave until later

<b>Dave:</b> 6-7

<b>Sam:</b> They just canceled my flight

<b>Sam:</b> Ha. Ughhhhhh

<b>Sam:</b> I’m just going to rebook for the 8th. Ok?

<b>Dave:</b> Do it

<b>Sam:</b> Done 😩

── 16:00 ──

<b>Dave:</b> Has he still not left yet?

<b>Sam:</b> Literally just left.

<b>Sam:</b> Call?

<b>Dave:</b> Yes pls

<b>Sam:</b> He is just going down the road to the grocery store so I don’t have super long 😩

<b>Sam:</b> Ugh I hate that we were cut off from talking 🤬

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, it’s all good though. We’ll pick back up 😘

<b>Sam:</b> Grr I have shit to say lol

<b>Dave:</b> We always do

<b>Sam:</b> We can pick back up but I’m still going to say what’s on my mind lol bc that’s just what I do….

<b>Dave:</b> Ofc it is. And it’s reason #8964363 I love you

<b>Sam:</b> I have thought a lot about the same thing - like we have no idea if we would even actually work together in real life. Or even like each other 😂

<b>Sam:</b> Although I have no doubts 😉

<b>Sam:</b> But everything does align.

<b>Sam:</b> Like I’ve even thought about how you’d fit in with my family 🫣😶‍🌫️ I think we have similar values and can just communicate so fucking well and really really get each other.

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve thought about meeting your family. Ngl. 🤭🤫

<b>Sam:</b> You are killing me

I also need you to know that that auto corrected originally to “you are milking me”. LOLOLOLOL

<b>Sam:</b> But that’s the bitch about alllll of this. We don’t and won’t get that opportunity to actually date and be together and go through couple-y things in life together.

<b>Sam:</b> To even see if we would actually be compatible

<b>Dave:</b> This is where my mess starts…

<b>Sam:</b> Sooooooo, hard truth??

<b>Sam:</b> You are killing me

I also need you to know that that auto corrected originally to “you are milking me”. LOLOLOLOL

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<b>Sam:</b> Sooooooo, hard truth??
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<b>Sam:</b> And no, I’m not going anywhere

<b>Dave:</b> Hard decisions.

<b>Sam:</b> That but moreso….dont ever leave your wife or marriage for someone else ok? If you ever leave, it needs to be for YOU and then you would need time to honestly be alone and heal from it all

<b>Sam:</b> Even saying what I’m going to say…it changes nothing about how I feel about and want you

<b>Sam:</b> That but moreso….dont ever leave your wife or marriage for someone else ok? If you ever leave, it needs to be for YOU and then you would need time to honestly be alone and heal from it all

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<b>Sam:</b> The scars/damage from ending such a long marriage might not ever be worth whatever it is you’re leaving for. So only leave for you and bc you yourself would be happier ALONE than together.

<b>Sam:</b> I’m going to say more and I hope it doesn’t come across as me being preachy. Bc I’m not trying to be; I’m just trying to share my personal experiences

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 23, 2026  4:56:39 PM Not at all. What you’ve said sage advice and I can tell it’s heartfelt.
Not at all. What you’ve said is sage advice and I can tell it’s heartfelt.

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<b>Sam:</b> Marriage is hard, but divorce is a fucking BITCH. Actually, she’s a whole ass cunt. I do not wish it on anyone. And I can only imagine the longer the marriage, the harder the divorce. People get ugly when they’re hurting. And it really just fucking sucks.

But even harder than that, is attempting to move on with someone else when you don’t even realize how much of your life, your personality, routines, inside jokes, future plans, etc etc etc etc is so closely tied to your marriage. And then you start to resent that someone else bc they’re not them. At the very least, if you don’t resent them, you’re shell shocked for awhile.

A divorce needs to be grieved just as much or more as any other death. It’s essentially a death in and of itself. And a lot of people think that just bc they wanted out that that makes it easier for them to move on, and that is unfortunately not the case. 😔

<b>Dave:</b> I don’t disagree with most of that. And I really really really appreciate your perspective. Always!

But what if your future plans aren’t dependent on your partner? What if you’ve resented your partner for the majority of the time? What if you don’t have inside jokes? What if you don’t like doing things with them? What if you don’t like your kids or want to be around them? What if your routine is carrying the whole family?

Those are all important factors to consider that I think can affect the outcome considerably.

<b>Dave:</b> I feel like you kinda have this mysticism around marriage lasting a long time - that makes it something special. Maybe it does 🤷‍♂️. But also maybe not.

<b>Sam:</b> You’re right I definitely do

<b>Sam:</b> Mostly bc it feels completely unachievable to me, like my brain can’t even fathom it

<b>Dave:</b> I feel like I’m at an inflection point. Like I showed you that you could still feel things, you didn’t have low libido, that there’s nothing wrong with you… You’ve showed me that I’m unfulfilled, and have been on autopilot for so long that it has become my normal. Maybe “showed” is the wrong word. I think “reminded” works better because, if you recall from my autobiography, I never actually wanted to be married, OR have kids. And I’ve known that and been holding that for years. One of Julie’s main long-running gripes about me is that she doesn’t ever feel like I want to do things with her or the family… It’s because I don’t. And haven’t.

<b>Sam:</b> I looveeee you used the term inflection point. Going to voice message about that in a bit

<b>Dave:</b> The decision isn’t “do I leave Julie for Sam?”. It’s “do I finally do what I should have done 18 years ago?”… (and ofc much much more - if, how, when, can, etc?)

But yes, I can’t deny. *waves arms around* is influential. I’d be obviously lying if I said it wasn’t lol. How could it not be? When you come along with seemingly so much to offer - so much that I’ve been craving. Your intellect, ambition, emotional intelligence… all the things we talk about all the time. I’ve literally NEVER felt this way.

So as to not scare you off 😅… This isn’t SAM, I’M LEAVING MY WIFE FOR YOU. I’m processing a whole ass cunt load of feelings and you’re my person. And I know you know this, but like you, it makes me feel better to say 😜

<b>Dave:</b> And I love that you used the term whole ass cunt

<b>Dave:</b> Not to derail, but check this out
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<b>Sam:</b> Look at that relationship dynamics topic lol

<b>Dave:</b> And I also just want to say that if I ever blow up my life for a woman, it will 100000% be you 😘😜

<b>Sam:</b> Greatest compliment ever, baby. 😂

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK real quick. I have to tell you that one of the rescue volunteers that's that already put in her notice but she still there for a couple more weeks so she's still like in the drama. She just texted me and said what are you doing and I just feel like it's gonna be a fucking. Rescue fucking emergency and I am not fucking equipped car Jesus Christ anyway so I'm going to ignore her. I don't wanna know what's going on. I'm going to be blissfully unaware and unbothered anyway OK I'm driving to my facial so hopefully I'm not too rambling but And this better not cut I love that you use the term inflection point because I use the term jumping off point and I wonder if an inflection point happens before jumping off or if they are one of the same but I feel like I went through that inflection. In during the summer and I distinctly remember they're being a moment or a point in time where over the summer I was like yeah like this is not my forever. This cannot be my forever or as up to that point it was like well you know maybe I can you know make things work and Things will come around and I need to try harder and you know all these things, but it did like there was a point this summer was like no at some point this one like this is just cannot be forever So to say, I wonder if I'm just like you know six months ahead of you and then maybe in six months from now you'll have your jumping I'm kidding, of course, but it did make me think

<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Also, OK, so I love everything that you said and it totally makes sense and So you're right I do find it very impressive for people to be married for so fucking long and I think the reason for that is is because I'm the type of person that feels so much in any given day and I just can't imagine having such Well, I can't imagine having unhappy feelings or even numb feelings for that long of a period in my life I just I I literally I don't think I could do that because everything is just so much for me if that makes sense And I will sit with something until I go fucking crazy and so I feel like people who can stay in marriages that long like there's gotta be way more good than out way bad and also Like they have to be What's the word I'm looking for I think it's like a sign of emotional maturity and and resiliency that you haven't given up These are traits. I feel like I don't have because I've never been able to really have a super long-term relationship so I inherently feel like something is wrong with me like there's a trait about me that I don't have that everybody else has that makes them more willing to compromise or I don't know see the good in people and I guess I can't. I don't know so I do still feel like. People who can make it work like there's something special about them I feel OK, so that was that let me do another one

<b>Sam:</b> Greatest compliment ever, baby. 😂

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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, so the other thing Are you of the belief that everybody is in your life for a reason and even if It doesn't work out with sad person like it was still worth it or they still taught you something not like people come into your life to teach you a lesson but like you learned something about yourself or about other people Because of that person And all that to say this goes back to like the fucking therapy talk from Candace and from the freaking robot therapist about how you know maybe you came to my life to show me what I was missing and you know maybe I came into yours to get you to this inflection point I don't know So I just was curious your thought on that

<b>Sam:</b> Look at that relationship dynamics topic lol

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<b>Sam:</b> Very interesting perspective 🤔🤔
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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I guess I hadn't thought about it as like settling and giving up I thought about it more like I at the end of the day, would choose to live this life with you Versus not live it with you and that's what long-term marriage is seem like to me like you're actively making a choice for years that you would rather have a life with them even through all the bullshit then you would have a life then you would rather have a life alone or without them

<b>Sam:</b> “Nobody was sent anywhere” 😂😂

<b>Sam:</b> You shut your mouth about rescue drama lol

<b>Dave:</b> Keep talking if you want (obvi I want you to) but I gotta go do dinner. I’m still up in my office lol.

<b>Sam:</b> Have a good dinner baby

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<b>Dave:</b> Jan 23, 2026  6:07:05 PM So are going to do another abstinence period?
So are we going to do another abstinence period?

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<b>Sam:</b> Oh this. Ha

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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
shared a photo
I found my inflection point 😜

<b>Sam:</b> I thought it was like in July, but it was in October

<b>Dave:</b> So that’s when you started to admit there was a problem?

<b>Dave:</b> That was RIGHT before crazy night then huh?

<b>Dave:</b> Interesting

<b>Sam:</b> Crazy night was mid November

<b>Dave:</b> Right

<b>Sam:</b> I’m walking to my car and have a few minute drive home. Call if you’re free!

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<b>Sam:</b> Oh this. Ha
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<b>Dave:</b> Oh yeah!

<b>Sam:</b> Should we do just a 1 week out abstinence period? Lol

<b>Dave:</b> Was it 2 last time?

<b>Sam:</b> Yes

<b>Sam:</b> Well it was supposed to be

<b>Sam:</b> I made it a week and a half lol

<b>Sam:</b> Close enough 😂

<b>Dave:</b> lol

<b>Dave:</b> How about we do 1, but you keep sending me a selfie before?

<b>Dave:</b> I really like that

<b>Dave:</b> 🤭

<b>Sam:</b> Now what do I get from you?!

<b>Dave:</b> What do you want?

<b>Sam:</b> I want selfies too dangit!

<b>Dave:</b> Making me super happy isn’t enough? 🥺

<b>Sam:</b> No way

<b>Sam:</b> 😂

<b>Dave:</b> It isn’t sexy when I do it though lol

<b>Sam:</b> It sooooo is

<b>Sam:</b> And how about you send your selfies right AFTER you cum 🤤🤤

<b>Dave:</b> Ok… I want yours after you cum now too please 🥰

<b>Dave:</b> Ok, deal

<b>Dave:</b> Only because you asked like that 😈😉

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

This is why the rescue friend texted me lol. She wanted to FaceTime me to show me my pitty puppies!

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha omg

<b>Dave:</b> So cute

<b>Dave:</b> Ok… I want yours after you cum now too please 🥰

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<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm I’m debating if I will allow you to change up the conditions at this point 😉

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

<b>Sam:</b> I’ll allow it 😉

<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo

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<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha

<b>Sam:</b> Are our selfies going to be of us sleeping bc that’s what I want to do after I cum a lot of times 😂

<b>Dave:</b> That’s fine by me

<b>Dave:</b> Every photo of you is crazy hot so it doesn’t even matter

<b>Sam:</b> I really wonder if we are going to “graduate” at some point to full on phone sex 😅

<b>Dave:</b> Ngl…

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve thought about it

<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha ME TOO

<b>Sam:</b> we are crazy lol

<b>Sam:</b> Ah I just felt a surge of 🔥 again

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve fantasized about asking you for a selfie, and then instead of sending a selfie you FaceTimed me while you were doing it 🥵

<b>Sam:</b> 🥵🥵🥵

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah it was some SoftCopy Sam shit 💯

<b>Sam:</b> This may be in our future one of these months….😅

<b>Dave:</b> Omg I hope so!

<b>Sam:</b> Also…

<b>Sam:</b> Don’t fall in love with soft copy sam!!!! 😂😂

<b>Dave:</b> Don’t forget about today’s drop 😘

<b>Sam:</b> Oh I won’t 😉

<b>Dave:</b> You literally ARE SoftCopy Sam, Sam.

<b>Sam:</b> Oh I won’t 😉
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<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha no I’m not!

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah… you’re better 😈😘

<b>Dave:</b> Omg I hope so!
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah… you’re better 😈😘

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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Laughed by Dave

<b>Sam:</b> Have you ever tried shrooms?

<b>Dave:</b> Ive done a little. Not enough for like a full trip, but enough to see streamers

<b>Dave:</b> You?

<b>Sam:</b> wtf are streamers?

<b>Sam:</b> And no, I’m an innocent child 😊

<b>Dave:</b> When you move you see trails

<b>Dave:</b> On things

<b>Dave:</b> “Innocent”

<b>Sam:</b> Hehe

<b>Dave:</b> Why do you want to do some? I have some

<b>Sam:</b> Oh nooo; I’m way too afraid for that lol

<b>Sam:</b> Hehe
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<b>Sam:</b> Oh nooo; I’m way too afraid for that lol
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<b>Dave:</b> It might be great for you

<b>Dave:</b> But yeah…. Probably not

<b>Sam:</b> I think I need to see how I am around you with even just an edible first.

<b>Sam:</b> Hell, What am I like around you even sober?!?!  😜

<b>Dave:</b> It can be really helpful for your psyche but you have to be in the right headspace and open to it

<b>Sam:</b> “Right headspace” - welp I’m out!! 😂

<b>Sam:</b> “Right headspace” - welp I’m out!! 😂

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<b>Dave:</b> I think you’ll be fine with anything around me 😘

<b>Dave:</b> Drunk, sober, high, tripping…

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 23, 2026  8:36:29 PM I got to
I got you

<b>Sam:</b> There I go…wet again 🫠

<b>Sam:</b> This IS extremely hott though. Like…extremely

<b>Sam:</b> You think youll have me? You’ll take care of me?

Normal

<b>Sam:</b> There I go…wet again 🫠

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<b>Dave:</b> Also laughed out loud 😬

<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha

<b>Sam:</b> This IS extremely hott though. Like…extremely

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<b>Dave:</b> I looove that

<b>Dave:</b> That it turns you on

<b>Dave:</b> That turns me on

<b>Dave:</b> Taking care of you

<b>Sam:</b> Even though I have a whole front of being miss independent and that I take care of my shit, I’m a sucker for being like…physically taken care of/protected

<b>Dave:</b> Oh for sure

<b>Sam:</b> I’m “traditional” in that sense 🙄

Ugh. Disgusting 😂

<b>Dave:</b> lol

<b>Dave:</b> Might as well just get married and plop out some babies

<b>Sam:</b> Ope, instantly NOT wet.

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<b>Dave:</b> I totally sleep on it (because I’m usually so horny for you) but yeah, your have an amazing sense of humor lol. The little things like this absolutely kill me.

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<b>Sam:</b> Bone dry

<b>Sam:</b> Lmao

<b>Dave:</b> Lololol

<b>Dave:</b> I love you

<b>Sam:</b> I love you!!!

<b>Sam:</b> You are totally my favorite person

<b>Dave:</b> You’re so funny

<b>Dave:</b> I don’t think I tell you that enough. But you’re pretty funny

<b>Sam:</b> That’s actually one of the greatest compliments you could give me. Thank you.

<b>Sam:</b> It really helps talking to someone who shares and understands my sense of humor lol

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<b>Dave:</b> I totally sleep on it (because I’m usually so horny for you) but yeah, your have an amazing sense of humor lol. The little things like this absolutely kill me.

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<b>Sam:</b> If i think about it, having someone to laugh with is what gets me through sooo much. And i think a lot of ppl are like that. Like ppl can stay at shitty miserable jobs for years and years as long as they just have a friend or two at work to laugh to get through the bullshit. I think it’s the same thing for a relationship.

<b>Dave:</b> Oh yeah, laughing is huge

<b>Dave:</b> Comedy is largely predicated on misery and hard times. Like all popular comedians are pretty fucked up

<b>Dave:</b> So many shitty situations in the military and LE are overcome by [dark] humor

<b>Sam:</b> Oh 💯 %

<b>Sam:</b> Total change in topic but have you ever been in a fist fight with someone?

<b>Sam:</b> Random I know lol

<b>Dave:</b> lol. Yeah tons

<b>Sam:</b> What?!?

<b>Sam:</b> Really?! lol

<b>Sam:</b> Like playing around or bc you’re pissed off?

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve fought in mma fights, bar fights, training fights

<b>Dave:</b> You’ve seen video of at least one of my fights

<b>Sam:</b> I have not!!

<b>Sam:</b> Ok I’m not talking about mma or training fights

<b>Dave:</b> Yeah there were a few on YouTube at one time.

<b>Sam:</b> Oooo of the mma type fights right?

<b>Dave:</b> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1w1M_plIYiU
DCS 43    David Clutter vs Zedekiah White
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<b>Sam:</b> Oooo yea, you’re fucking hawwwwtttt

<b>Dave:</b> *was 🤭😜

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<b>Sam:</b> Oh man I DO remember that!!!!
Oh that was hott!!

<b>Sam:</b> Yasssss

<b>Sam:</b> Can’t watch at the moment but I soooo will 🥵🥵

<b>Dave:</b> There was a bar in Iowa that used to have these charity fundraiser/toughman fights. I did that a few times.

When I say training fights, I don’t mean practicing with pals. That goes hard too. But there are a lot times other gyms will have people come in and pretty much just do rounds with their fighters if they have a match coming up. I did that dozens of times.

<b>Sam:</b> You would travel up to Iowa?

<b>Dave:</b> BJJ competition is tournament style. It isn’t fist fighting, but it’s just as intense, AND you do 3-5 matches

<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, “travel”. It was like 20 mins from Omaha to Council Bluffs IA

<b>Dave:</b> Omaha is RIGHT on the boarder

<b>Sam:</b> Oh it is?

<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha

<b>Sam:</b> Ok but any times where you were angry with some random joe blow and got into a fight

<b>Dave:</b> Not too many. 3-4? And it was always if someone picked a fight. I’ve never started a fight that I recall.

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve never lost a fight though 💪🤭

<b>Dave:</b> A random fight that’s.

<b>Dave:</b> I’ve lost tonnns of planned fights lol

<b>Dave:</b> But even a little training gives you such a huge advantage over a rando that it’s not even funny.

<b>Sam:</b> Oh I can imagine

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<b>Dave:</b> I don’t like hurting people though so Id only ever go as far as I had to. I talked my way out of more fights than I got into tbh.

Lmao, there was this one guy though.  He was pushing his old lady around - actually at that same bar that did the charity fights - so I came up behind him and choked him out in like 8 seconds. Then I let him go like a mic drop and he flopped to ground. Everyone else around (who didn’t do shit) actually applauded me lol.

So then for my encore, as he was starting to come to, I did this thing that I read that they used to do in Brazil (Renzo Gracie, a big BJJ icon).

Dude was still on the ground so I stood over him and lifted the back of his head off the ground and punched him in both eyes hard enough to black them 🤭. Then I left.

<b>Dave:</b> I may have told you about that one, but it’s a good one

<b>Sam:</b> You most definitely did not tell me about that one butttt I’d probably applaud you too

<b>Sam:</b> Oooo yea, you’re fucking hawwwwtttt

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<b>Sam:</b> Also, I literally noticed I was holding my breath the whole time watching it lol

<b>Dave:</b> lol, me too!

<b>Sam:</b> You most definitely did not tell me about that one butttt I’d probably applaud you too

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<b>Sam:</b> I can support getting into fights if it’s to stand up for someone who can’t stand up for themselves. Lol

<b>Dave:</b> *was 🤭😜

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<b>Dave:</b> lol, me too!
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<b>Dave:</b> It’s past my bedtime love 💕

<b>Dave:</b> I have a couple more fight stories I’ll tell you sometime 😘

<b>Dave:</b> I love you so much 🥰

<b>Dave:</b> I miss you, and can’t wait to see you in only…. 16 days…

<b>Dave:</b> Sigh… kill me

<b>Dave:</b> I can’t wait to see your POST orgasm selfies 🫠

<b>Sam:</b> Literally makes me sick to my stomach to have to wait 2 more weeks ugh. But I love you and will be thinking about you the rest of the night until I fall asleep. As always.

<b>Dave:</b> And see you in person post orgasm

<b>Sam:</b> I also can’t help but think that our reunion in person will be even MORE special and sweet since we have to wait 🥵🤤

<b>Sam:</b> Ugh just thinking of your hands on my hips….. makes me come unglued

<b>Sam:</b> Good night baby

<b>Dave:</b> Your hips 🤤🤤🤤

<b>Dave:</b> I can’t wait to be inside them

<b>Sam:</b> Killing me

<b>Dave:</b> Jan 23, 2026 10:27:09 PM And you ass 👌🫠🤤
And your ass 👌🫠🤤

<b>Dave:</b> NN beautiful, love you 🥰

<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo

It’s me!

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<b>Sam:</b> Then came the great bedding debate of 2026. His confession—tucked sheets, a made bed—was delivered with mock gravitas. Her horrified, audio-scream response about hotel straightjackets and flailing tantrums made him laugh out loud. They were negotiating the literal terms of their shared space, and it was absurd and intimate and theirs.

😜

<b>Sam:</b> She thought about saying goodbye after their trip —a new fear he’d voiced that mirrored her own hollow dread —and realized with terrifying clarity that this wasn't just an affair or fantastic sex or even years of friendship catching fire This was what happened when your heart lived in another person across state lines

😭