2026-01-26
The audio message hummed in Sam’s ear as she navigated the morning traffic, Dave’s voice a low, warm thrum that seemed to bypass her ears entirely and settle somewhere deep in her solar plexus. “Good morning. I love you. Those passages you sent last night… God, I love when you send me pieces of your mind like that. It’s like you’re handing me keys.” A shiver, pleasant and sharp, traveled down her spine. She tapped a reply, her thumb hovering over a photo of him from months ago—a candid shot where he looked both powerful and soft—before sending it with a teasing promise about her dream. The day unfolded in a familiar, comforting ping-pong of voices and texts, a digital tether spanning the miles between Arizona and Texas.
They wandered through shared playlists on Spotify, laughing at the archaeological dig of their past musical tastes. “Why on earth did I ever send you this?” Sam laughed through a voice note, the sound of her office keyboard clacking in the background. Dave’s reply was a low chuckle. “Because I sent you that terrible indie folk song, and you felt sorry for me. We’re a mess.” They were. A beautiful, four-year-long mess of shared articles, hidden meanings, and a tension so carefully cultivated it had become its own language.
The conversation turned, as it often did, to dreams and anxieties. Sam described a bizarre, stress-fueled dream about a work conference. Dave soothed her with humor, then with a story of his own. “Had a buddy,” his voice message rasped, “who’d wake up furious at his girlfriend for things she did in his dreams. Isn’t that wild? The subconscious, taking what it wants, no apologies.” The statement hung in the digital air between them, charged. Taking what it wants. It was what they did now, in these texts, in these plans. They were done apologizing for the want.
As evening bled the sky into indigo over the desert, the playful banter about music and memories crystallized into a sharper, more desperate need. Work anxieties were laughed off, their “serial monogamous” pasts acknowledged and dismissed as mere preludes. The digital space between them hummed with a new frequency.
“Okay, but seriously,” Sam typed, curled on her couch, the glow of her phone illuminating her face. “When I see you. The first thing. I’m rolling over in bed and stealing your arm. Trapping you. You’ll be the big spoon, but I’m taking what’s mine.”
Dave’s reply was instantaneous. A voice note. His breath hitched slightly before the words came, a raw, dominant growl that she felt in her core. “You can try. But you know how that ends, Sam. You roll over, you press that perfect ass against me, and you feel exactly what you do to me. There’s no trapping. There’s only surrender. And I’ll let you pretend it’s your idea for about thirty seconds.”
The air left her lungs. She played it again. And again. Each time, the heat in her lower belly intensified, a pooling, aching warmth. This was the game. The beautiful, treacherous game.
“Keep talking,” she commanded, her own voice a whisper in her empty living room.
What followed was not a text, but a cascade of audio, a vivid, explicit blueprint of their reunion. His voice, usually so measured, unraveled into a sensual, detailed command. He didn’t just describe kissing her; he described the specific, rough sound of his stubble against the delicate skin of her inner thigh, the way her breath would catch when he bit down just shy of too hard on the swell of her breast. He painted a picture of her on her knees, not as degradation, but as worship, his hands fisted in her hair, his words filthy and adoring. “You’ll look up at me with those eyes,” he growled, “and you’ll say ‘please,’ and it will destroy me every single time.”
He spoke of her back, the arch he worshipped, and the sharp, possessive smacks of his hand on her ass that would turn the skin a furious, beautiful pink—his brand. He described the dizzying loss of control when he would finally push into her, the choked, broken sound she’d make, how he’d drink it from her lips. It was visceral, unflinching. He mapped her body with his words, claiming every sigh, every tremble, every slick, willing part of her.
Sam was molten, her fingers clutching the phone like a lifeline. She was there, in that imagined hotel room, the crisp sheets tangled around her legs, the scent of him and her and sweat hanging in the air. She could almost feel the brutal, tender weight of him pinning her down, the exquisite stretch, the delicious friction that blurred every line between pleasure and pain, between possession and being possessed.
When his final message came, the tone had shifted. The growl was gone, replaced by a vulnerable, aching rasp. It was the conversation about memory, about knowing her all over again, transformed into something carnal and profound.
“I wouldn’t just want to know you again, Sam,” he whispered, the audio so quiet she had to press the phone hard against her ear. “I’d crave you. My body would recognize yours even if my mind didn’t. It would be a fucking animal instinct. I’d see you across a room and my teeth would ache to mark you. My hands would twitch to turn you over and bend you to my will. It’s in my DNA now. You are. This… this desperate, fucked-up, beautiful need for you. It’s the truest thing about me.”
Tears, hot and silent, tracked through the smile on her face. This was the core of it. Beyond the filthy talk, beyond the orchestrated dominance and willing submission, was this raw, terrifying admission. He was hers as utterly as she was his.
Her reply was a single, breathless voice note, the evidence of her own arousal a wet truth between her thighs. “Then take it. Take all of it. The dreams, the anxiety, the Spotify playlists, the memories. It’s yours. I’m yours. And when you’re here, I want you to make me forget my own name.”
The goodnights that followed were soft, infused with the heavy, satisfied quiet that comes after a psychic consummation. The bond, always deepening, now felt forged in fire. Their communication, filled with laughter and care, had once again carved a path to this: a truth so explicit it was holy, a promise of pleasure so specific it was a prayer. And in the dark, miles apart, their bodies hummed with the same unfinished symphony, counting down the days until the fantasy met flesh.
The Austin air in February held a specific, clean chill that felt invigorating instead of oppressive. Inside their favorite spot on South Congress, the low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses were a white-noise symphony to their reunion. Dave’s hand wasn’t just resting on Sam’s thigh; his thumb was tracing slow, deliberate circles on the inside seam of her jeans, a hypnotic pressure that made her breath catch every time it brushed higher.
“Thirteen days,” he murmured, his lips close to her ear. The scent of his cologne, mixed with the sharp citrus of her lemon drop, was an intoxicant all its own. “It felt like thirteen years.”
She turned her head, her nose grazing his stubbled jaw. “But you kept me company. All those voice memos… all those hypotheticals.” Her hand slid from the small of his back, under the hem of his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. She found the small, raised ridges of his surgery scars—eight tiny ghosts on his hip. Her fingertips memorized them as she’d promised she would. “Inspection complete,” she whispered, a private smile playing on her lips.
He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against her temple. “Your turn,” he said, his voice dropping to that low, possessive register that liquefied her spine. “I want to map every scar. Every story.”
The conversation flowed as easily as the drinks—music, work absurdities, the shared dread of adult responsibilities—but it was all just foreplay draped in words. Their gazes held too long. His leg pressed firmly against hers under the table. Her hand, having retreated from under his shirt, now toyed with the heavy watch on his wrist, a subtle claim.
“What if,” she started, leaning in so her breath warmed his neck, “we didn’t wait for the check?”
His eyes darkened. He’d already paid the bill ten minutes ago, anticipating this exact moment. “What did you have in mind?”
“You said something about a preview,” she reminded him, the song ‘Tied Up’ flashing in her mind. First couple lines. Her pulse hammered against her ribs.
His answer was to stand, pulling her chair out for her. His hand settled on the base of her spine, a guiding, dominant pressure as they navigated through the cozy maze of tables toward the back hallway. The restrooms were single-occupancy, tucked away in a dimly lit alcove away from the main bar area.
He didn’t hesitate. He opened the door to the women’s room, checked that it was empty with a quick glance, and pulled her inside in one fluid motion. The lock clicked into place with a finality that sent a thrill straight to her core.
It was quiet, a sudden pocket of intimacy sealed off from the world. The faint bass from the bar’s speakers thrummed through the walls.
“Leg up,” he commanded softly, his voice rough with need.
Understanding flared in her eyes. She braced one hand on the cool porcelain sink and hitched her right leg onto its edge, the position stretching her jeans taut. He was on her instantly, crowding her against the vanity, his big body caging her in. One hand gripped her hip, anchoring her, while the other went to the button of her jeans.
“You’re already soaking wet for me, aren’t you?” he growled against her mouth before crushing his lips to hers. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a claiming. Hot, deep, and filthy with intent. She could only moan in response, her fingers tangling in the short hair at the back of his head.
He made quick work of the button and zipper, yanking the denim and her panties down just enough to expose her. The cold air of the room hit her heated flesh, followed immediately by the scorching heat of his mouth.
“Oh god, Dave…” she choked out, her head falling back.
He didn’t tease. He devoured. His tongue was a flat, relentless pressure against her clit before spearing deep inside her, tasting her with a guttural sound of approval that vibrated through her entire body. His free hand slid around to clutch the generous curve of her ass, kneading possessively as he ate her out with a focused intensity that robbed her of thought.
This was the preview—raw, urgent, and terrifyingly public. Every sound he made—every wet lick, every hungry groan—echoed in the small tiled room. She bit down on her own fist to stifle her cries, her other hand gripping the sink for dear life as her knees began to tremble.
“That’s it,” he muttered against her, his breath hot on her sensitive flesh. “Come for me. Right here. Let me taste it.”
The command, coupled with the expert swirl of his tongue and the firm pressure of his fingers digging into her ass, was too much. Pleasure detonated at her core, a silent, shattering wave that ripped through her with violent intensity. Her body bowed against him, a strangled gasp escaping her lips as she pulsed against his mouth.
He rode it out with her, gentling his licks until she sagged against the vanity, spent and trembling. Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes black with lust and satisfaction.
He pulled her jeans up and fastened them with efficient movements before turning her to face him. He kissed her again, deep and slow, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
“Just a preview,” he breathed, resting his forehead against hers. His erection was a hard, insistent pressure against her stomach through his pants.
She nodded dumbly, her system overloaded with sensation and adrenaline. Her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, but he caught her hand.
“Uh-uh,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Your turn comes later when I can take my time and you can scream as loud as you want.” He gave her ass a sharp, stinging slap through her jeans—a promise and a punctuation mark. “Now we go back out there, have one more drink while you try not to blush every time you look at me, and then I’m going to take you back to that hotel room and fuck you until neither of us can remember our own names.”
He unlocked the door and ushered her out, his hand returning to its possessive place on her back. As they walked back into the warm glow of the bar, Sam felt raw, exposed, and utterly claimed. The secret hummed between them, a live wire of anticipation for what was to come when they were finally alone and horizontal—just as they’d spent all day imagining they would be.
Two weeks of longing had just been condensed into two explosive minutes in a bathroom stall. And the main event hadn’t even begun
The warm morning light painted a slanted rectangle on the quilt as Sam lay with her phone pressed to her ear. His voice, the gentle Texan rumble softened by sleep and static, bloomed inside her. “Good morning, sweet thing. Just sending some of my affection your way…” She smiled, a private, tender thing, and closed her eyes to let the words wash over her. He’d loved the passage she’d shared last night—a quote about finding a home inside a person. That was their currency: not just desire, but the quiet offering of the parts of themselves they found beautiful, trusting the other to hold them sacred.
She sent the photo he was waiting for. It was from his last visit, captured in a stolen moment of laughter. On her drive, her own voice message spun the threads of a ridiculous dream, one with forgotten conference badges and public Spotify displays. He replied not with logic, but with a laughter she could feel in her own chest, sharing a story about a friend’s dream-induced fury. The conversation meandered like a shared river, flowing from music—her ambient lofi, his gritty hip-hop beats, their four-year-old playlists a museum of their evolving selves—to whispered confessions about past scars, the awkward terror of surgeries, the years of serial searching that now felt like they’d all pointed here, to the profound certainty of this.
It was later, with the dusk settling over the Arizona desert outside her window, that the tone shifted. The professional anxieties of the day, shared and cushioned with dark humor, melted away, leaving only the soft, charged space between them. They began to build a room with their words.
“I can see it,” Dave murmured in a new audio, his voice low and intimate, threaded with a smile. “You roll over in the middle of the night, steal my arm, and just sink back into me. I’m trapped.”
“Not trapped,” she whispered back, curled in her own bed a thousand miles away, her heart beating a wild rhythm against her ribs. “Tethered.”
“Mmm. Big spoon duties taken very seriously. You know that.”
The fantasy spiraled from there, playful and profound. What if, they joked, one of them forgot it all? Woke up tomorrow a stranger?
The pause after his answer was thick, breath held. “I’d find you,” Dave said, his voice stripped bare of any humor, leaving only raw, aching truth. “And I’d get to fall in love with you all over again. Every version of you, from the friend I teased to the woman I adore… I’d discover it all again.”
Her breath hitched. The words shimmered in the dim light of her room. They weren’t just texting anymore; the distance had dissolved, their shared imagining too potent, too detailed. They were there, in a room that smelled of laundered sheets and the ghost of his woodsy cologne, the world outside forgotten.
In that imagined room, the space between them on the bed was an electric current. Dave’s hand, warm and broad, shifted from where she’d “trapped” it beneath her shoulder. His fingers, calloused yet infinitely gentle, traced a path down the slope of her arm in their shared vision. It was not a demand, but a question—a reverent exploration of the territory he so cherished.
“Dave…” she breathed, her name on his lips a caress in itself. He met her gaze in the half-light of this room they’d conjured. Four years of longing, of friendship that deepened into a chasm of aching need, reflected in his dark eyes. No one looked at her like that. As if she was the final, perfect piece of a puzzle he’d been holding for a lifetime.
His touch became a language. He outlined the delicate shell of her ear, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her neck until a tremor ran through her. She turned fully into him, their mouths finding each other in a kiss that tasted of whispered secrets and profound recognition. It was slow, deep, a reacquainting. His palm slid down her spine, pressing her closer, and she melted into the solid heat of him with a soft sigh of surrender. This was the sanctuary they built word by word, text by text.
His lips travelled from her mouth to the frantic pulse at her throat. “You feel that?” he murmured against her skin, his voice a low vibration. “That’s my heart, beating right into yours. All for you.” He worshipped her with his mouth, following the curves he knew by heart from photos and the vivid, cherished memory of their last, secret time. His hands were both sure and trembling, mapping her ribs, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip, as if committing her anew to memory. He moved over her, a devoted shadow, and when his mouth finally, tenderly closed over the peak of her breast, her cry was a fractured thing of pure feeling. The sensation was electric, arrowing straight to her core, a sweet, tight ache of need.
It was an act of mutual unveiling. She tugged at his shirt, her own hands learning the powerful, beloved landscape of his shoulders, the smooth skin of his scalp under her palms. Her touch was not timid, but open-hearted and courageous, meeting his passion with her own. The last barriers of fabric fell away, not with haste, but with a solemn reverence. Skin met skin, a shock of warmth and perfect fit. They were a tangle of limbs, a syncopated rhythm of breath and heartbeat.
He entered her with a careful, exquisite slowness that stole the air from her lungs. It was more than physical joining; it was the culmination of a thousand shared playlists, vulnerable admissions, and loving jokes. Her name was a prayer on his lips, hers a sobbed affirmation against the corded muscle of his neck. They began to move, a rhythm as old as time but utterly, uniquely theirs—deep, unhurried rolls of his hips that she met with a lift of her own, a perfect and tender mirror.
Pleasure built not as a wildfire, but as a deep, radiant glow that started in their joined center and fanned out to every extremity. It was in the slide of her nails down his back, the clutch of her thighs around his hips, the way he buried his face in the crook of her neck, murmuring words of adoration, of cherishing. “I’ve got you,” he breathed, his voice thick. “My Sam. Always my Sam.”
The climax, when it came, was not a sharp fracture but a slow, overwhelming wave. It washed through her in deep, pulsing waves, pulling a soft, continuous cry from her throat that sounded like love and relief. He followed, his own release shuddering through him, his body bowing over hers as he pressed his forehead to hers, their shared breaths mingling in the sacred quiet. He didn’t collapse, but lowered himself, gathering her tightly against him, turning them so she was the little spoon, enveloped completely by the shelter of his body.
In the imagined stillness, she felt the phantom press of his lips to her shoulder. In her real, dark room in Arizona, a tear of profound happiness traced a warm path down her temple into her pillow. “I’d fall for you a thousand times,” she whispered into her phone, her voice sleep-soft and sure. Across the miles, in a Texas bedroom, his heart heard it.
“Me too, sweet thing,” his final message read, arriving as her eyes grew heavy. “Every single time. Goodnight.”
And in the spaces between waking and dreaming, there was no distance at all. Only the shared, tender memory of a love they’d just made real, woven from the threads of their bright morning, their secret music, and a promise to always, always begin again.
I woke up to Dave's sweet audio message this morning, and it really set a nice tone for my day. He was thinking about me and appreciated the passages I shared with him the night before. I shared a funny photo of him, and we had a little banter before I mentioned that I had a strange dream on my way to work.
We started chatting about Spotify, and I was surprised to learn that you could message on it. I found it amusing that we could see the music we had shared over the years, but I couldn't remember most of it. Dave mentioned he remembered sending some songs, and we had a laugh about it. I then rambled about my weird dreams, including one where we were caught messaging each other at a work event, and it ended up being quite embarrassing.
I also told him about my dream where I received flowers from him on Valentine's Day, even though I don't really like flowers. We talked about our music preferences and how different they are. I love soothing tunes like Noah Kahan, while he leans more towards classic hip-hop. We had a good laugh about our musical differences.
We touched on deeper topics, like how we handle anger and emotions. I shared that I vent to him when I'm upset, which he found amusing, and we both agreed that our communication is great.
As the conversation flowed, I shared my scars from past surgeries, and it made me reminisce about our childhood mishaps. Dave opened up about his own childhood injuries, and we shared a few laughs.
I felt a little frustrated by my current situation at home, dealing with the kids and the stress that comes with it. I mentioned how I'm often busy and don't have much quality time with my partner. Dave was understanding and supportive, which I appreciated.
By the end of our chat, I was feeling lighter. I had taken some time to think about our upcoming plans and how excited I was for our time together in two weeks. We joked about what we might do, and I envisioned us cuddling in bed, talking, and maybe even getting a little frisky in public.
I wrapped up the day feeling grateful for him and our connection, and I expressed my love before heading to bed. I really value how open and communicative we are with each other.
I woke up this morning thinking about Sam, as I often do. I sent her a voice message wishing her a good morning and hoping she had an easy start to her day. She responded with a playful photo and mentioned a dream she had, which I always find interesting to hear about. The conversation quickly turned to music, with Sam surprised to discover we could message each other on Spotify. We reminisced about the songs we’ve shared over the years, with her joking about not remembering most of them.
As we continued chatting, Sam shared another dream where we were together at some work event, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. She also mentioned her concerns about Spotify’s privacy settings, which made me think about our communication and how we connect.
Our discussions shifted from dreams to music preferences. I explained my love for classic hip-hop, while she shared her taste for soothing artists like Noah Kahan. We both acknowledged our different styles but found common ground in our appreciation for lyrics.
Later, we ventured into deeper topics, like how we each cope with anger and frustrations in life. I admitted I don’t often get angry, while Sam expressed her need to vent and listen to certain artists when she’s upset. Our conversations flowed naturally, filled with laughter and banter.
As the day went on, we joked about a wedding I was attending and the possibility of indulging in drinks. I expressed my excitement about what we might be doing together in two weeks, imagining us cuddling and flirting. Sam humorously warned about her sleeping habits, which made me laugh.
We shared thoughts on our past relationships and how we’ve both navigated love and loss. The conversation was intimate, and I felt a connection with Sam that I truly cherish.
In the end, we wrapped up our day’s exchange with sweet messages, affirming our appreciation for each other. As always, I felt grateful for our communication and the bond we continue to build. I love how we can talk about anything, and I find comfort in knowing we support each other through everything.
On a bright morning, Dave sent an audio message to Sam, wishing her a good day and expressing his affection for her. He mentioned the passages she had shared the previous night, saying how much he loved when she sent him things she liked. Sam responded playfully, confirming a photo she shared of him and teasing him about her dream, which she promised to recount on her way to work.
The conversation quickly flowed into their shared experiences on Spotify. Sam expressed surprise at being able to message through the platform and was amused by some of the music they had exchanged over the years, questioning why she had ever sent certain songs. Dave recalled sending them, but they both laughed about the randomness of their playlists.
As their dialogue continued, Sam sent an audio message describing a bizarre dream she had about a work event and her anxieties about privacy on Spotify. Dave responded with humor about her dreams and shared a story about a friend who would get angry over dreams of infidelity. Their playful banter included discussions about music preferences and how they both enjoyed different genres, with Sam favoring relaxing tunes while Dave leaned towards classic hip-hop.
Throughout their exchange, they also touched on personal stories, including their past relationships and surgeries. Sam shared her experiences growing up, while Dave recounted his high school days and the mishaps that came with them. Their conversation shifted to their feelings about being single and dating, with Sam admitting to being a "serial monogamous" while Dave confirmed he had his fair share of relationships too.
As the day unfolded, they discussed their work lives, including potential changes at Sam’s firm that made her nervous. Their humor took a turn as they joked about the absurdity of potential job losses and the drama surrounding it. Amidst the light-hearted teasing, they expressed genuine care for each other's well-being.
In the evening, the conversation turned more intimate, filled with flirtation and playful discussions about their future encounters. They envisioned what their time together would look like, with laughter and affection woven into their words. Sam teased about how she would roll over in bed, trapping Dave’s arm beneath her, while they joked about their positions as "big spoon" and "little spoon."
As the night drew closer, their affection deepened. They shared silly hypotheticals, exploring what it would be like if one of them lost their memory. Dave assured Sam that he would want to get to know her all over again, igniting a conversation about their connection and emotional investment. They ended their day with sweet goodnights, reaffirming their feelings for each other, and expressing gratitude for their unique communication.
Their exchanges, filled with laughter, seriousness, and affection, painted a picture of a deepening bond marked by playful teasing and genuine care.
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── 06:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine I hope you slept well and woke up easy and I hope you aren't rushed getting out the door this morning and have a nice safe drive to work. I woke up thinking about you much. I don't even need to say now It's just the way things are I love the passages that you sent last night. That's one of my favorite things is when you read that send me the things you like. Yeah, I'm still trying to wake up myself so I can't wait to talk to you and I hope you have a great day
── 07:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
This is you, right? Lol
<b>Dave:</b> lol, yeah
<b>Sam:</b> I thought so but I have to tell you about my dream whenever I am on my way to work lol
<b>Sam:</b> And good morning baby ha
<b>Dave:</b> Good morning 😋
<b>Sam:</b> I thought so but I have to tell you about my dream whenever I am on my way to work lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Also I had no idea you could message on Spotify
<b>Sam:</b> Also also did you see the music we’ve shared with each other over the years?
<b>Dave:</b> Yes!!
<b>Sam:</b> I do not recall like pretty much any of that. Maybe like 2
<b>Sam:</b> Like why would I send you Walk Em Down? 😂
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Just confirming: this is from Spotify, right?
😒
<b>Sam:</b> Oh. My. God.
<b>Sam:</b> You can’t escape it can you?? Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, I actually do remember sending those. I guess it’s from the links we’ve txted each other… not sure how it tracks
<b>Dave:</b> No!!
<b>Sam:</b> I guess I should change it 😂
<b>Dave:</b> I mean I wouldn’t complain.
<b>Dave:</b> But I’m totally over exaggerating
<b>Dave:</b> Which I think you know
<b>Dave:</b> 😜
<b>Sam:</b> Just confirming: this is from Spotify, right?
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Dave:</b> You must be logged in with social media?
<b>Sam:</b> Yes, it’s all connected through FB
<b>Dave:</b> My Spotify is oddly separate from my Google account or whatever, and it’s just a number
<b>Sam:</b> Yes, it’s all connected through FB
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── 08:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning how's it going? How's the weather? I just left late per usual. I snoozed from 520 until six and then you know whenever you like your alarm goes off and you wake up enough to turn it off but you don't fully wake up well that's why I did like two times and so then I like went back to. Go sleep in like these weird ass streams, but one of them must've been like right whenever like I must've had an alarm go off soon after you sent that Spotify message because I saw it on my phone and I thought it was you like who else would be anyway and then I went back to bed and I had a dream That we were at some work thing, and Chris Foy like found us out and he found us out because somehow because we were messaging through And then in front of everybody, he was like oh yeah, do you know there's this new way of Sexting people and you know your significant others wouldn't find out He saying that in front of tons of people, I just looking like Larry at me this fucking awkward So then I was like thinking in real life Are you on a family plan for Spotify? I think I am like I think I'm on Allison's family plan, baby. There's like a friends and family plan or something that you can connect to like five different accounts or something anyway I think it freaks me out to like I don't know who can see this. I don't even know who controls my account. OK I don't even know my password. It seems yeah Also, if I remember correctly, Xander might still have my password to Spotify that he probably uses anymore, but he just never know man Although it's kind of sexy that like it's an anonymous number for you not even a phone number she's totally anonymous and then it's kind of like who is this mysterious unknown dude that I'm texting on Spotify I'm totally totally rambling The sunrise looks super pretty today. I'll have to take a picture anyway. Good morning
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Also, in one of my weird dreams, it was Valentine's Day and Christian sent me flowers to work and so did you And people were like who else did you get flowers from not that would ever happen Christian does not send me flowers and just so you know for a hypothetical future Dave I don't really like flowers so much they're OK but yeah I know I'm a very much experience, kind of gal Just FYI Also, I had another dream or just feeling that we we gotten together in the hotel and we had had this like amazing sex and everything was wonderful and then I got so overwhelmed by all the feelings. I just started bowling afterwards like inconsolably Bali so let's hope that that doesn't. But you were very comforting, of course like you always are in real life
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK before I haven't listened to the second message yeah gosh yeah you should send me a picture of the sunrise but yeah I love how your dreams are like so real time and like so relevant and was funny as I thought about the same thing when I was like oh shit, you can message on Spotify. Oh shit. What a covert wait a message somebody And yeah, like I pay the for the pro plan or whatever for 20 bucks a month and you can invite like five people and I'm pretty sure they don't have access to your messages. They like create a username like I guess mine is that weird number, but I think Emerson signed up with his email and he has his own all shit. So yeah
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh good, I'm glad I was comforting in your dream which reminds me of we had these friends back in Nebraska, who when the woman would have a dream about her husband cheating on her something bad she would get up and like be actually mad at him and like be a bitch to him about it for a good few hours Which is totally ridiculous, but it happened And yeah, if that if that does happen, then you 100% can climb up into my lap and I will baby you until you feel better and probably also cry
<b>Sam:</b> You never know man!!
<b>Sam:</b> About Spotify lol
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I have also been that person that gets mad at somebody in real life for something that I dream about them so just so you know whenever I was dating this guy and in college Richie He had this dream that he was cheating on me with this girl name Amber and you know the song Amber by I think it's 311. I just picked it up anyway there's a song Amber. I could've totally just made that up but anyway I can't really song, but it has Amber in it and I I couldn't listen that song anymore after that so yeah it happened like you said
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I'm not crazy. It is called Amber by 311.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Speaking of music I have to chuckle a little bit to myself because when you're working from home and you message me in the morning, I can hear your music in the background and it's always wrap and that Jesus Christ Our music days are so different. That is the one thing about us that is not aligned.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah Can you really hear that I didn't think you'd be able to but you always have SiriusXM on rock the bells radio, which is channel 43, which is like classic hip-hop From the 80s 90s 2000s Yeah, I don't know. Probably probably like some of the same stuff. I think we can find some common ground cause I have like a pretty wide repertoire of things that I like. Not a big country fan and I don't really like pop music so much but like I don't know lots of other stuff rock growing even metal
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Metal do I look like a metal kind of gal
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You never know you don't exactly look like a use me like a toy kind of gal either but here we are
<b>Sam:</b> LOLOLOL
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I don't even know what genre is my favorite like I don't even know what it's called. I don't it's not pop. It's not even stuff that's on the radio. Well, some of it is like my favorite artist is probably these days for the past years is Noah Kahan and he's like I don't know what he is. He's just he's so soothing. His voice just is relaxing and so that's the kind of music that I gravitate to towards the most. Cause it's relaxing, but it's not like Classical music I'm not that sort of shit Not really a rap Or hip-hop And if I am, it's the stuff that I grew up with so like Ja Rule And Nelly and Ashanti and yeah, that that whole date what was that like? Late 90s early 2000s typically But I also I like oldies I do like some country. I know that you hate country. I do remember that. What else I don't know I'm sure we could find some common ground, but is not the same
<b>Sam:</b> LOLOLOL
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<b>Sam:</b> 💀
<b>Sam:</b> https://open.spotify.com/track/2YYvZyVDx0GxkoAYyHyV24
Tied Up (feat. DeJ Loaf)
Casey Veggies, DeJ Loaf · Live & Grow · Song · 2015
<b>Sam:</b> I’m the first couple lines of this song 😉
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So I have no idea who that name is that he said but send me some. I was I just seriously getting ready to ask you to send me some that you like and you just did. Oh yeah, so Ja Rule Who is the other one you said yeah but 90s oh yeah, a huge fan of all of that biggie 2Pac 50 Cent Ja Rule like the whole whole gang of stuff there's a lot of great music in that era And then what else did you say I like folk music sometimes kinda so we'll see yeah so send me like a couple of your favorite songs right now
<b>Sam:</b> https://open.spotify.com/track/3Z2anmIVG8b1GelyeFQdnP
Maine
Noah Kahan · Cape Elizabeth · Song · 2020
<b>Sam:</b> https://open.spotify.com/track/6PdWPdgPoVCT9WLFMVnhxx
The View Between Villages
Noah Kahan · Stick Season · Song · 2022
<b>Sam:</b> https://open.spotify.com/track/0hiHNxqKGf3GZgVTIOAiiK
Someone Like You (feat. Joy Oladokun)
Noah Kahan, Joy Oladokun · I Was / I Am · Song · 2021
<b>Sam:</b> I am also very very much a lyrics type of person.
<b>Dave:</b> Ofc you are!
<b>Dave:</b> (I am too 😉)
<b>Dave:</b> Those are good. They’re kind of depressing and slow for my taste though. I love the guitar in Maine 😊
<b>Sam:</b> Depressing and slow is exactly my style lmao. Bc I also love Radiohead. Radiohead is for sure my go to when I just want to drive my car off a cliff lmao
<b>Dave:</b> I’m depressed enough on my own without music making it worse lol!
<b>Dave:</b> I turn to music to NOT be depressed
<b>Sam:</b> Oh man I wish I could lol
<b>Dave:</b> Funny how differently that works for everyone 🤔
<b>Sam:</b> I absolutely hate to cry, loathe it, but man I will sit and listen to the saddest shit for hours and let it just destroy me lol
<b>Sam:</b> But in an oddly comforting way
<b>Sam:</b> But ONLY if I’m by myself
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I get it. It facilitates processing maybe?
<b>Dave:</b> And ofc, you love being hard on yourself so there’s that lol
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You know what's so weird I just thought about this as I was typing it out that yeah I just realized that I don't really like to listen to my music with other people And I never do because that's not Christian taste at all But when I have tried to like listen to a song that means so much to me like in the car with another person it just it doesn't even hit the same. It's like no I gotta be alone. I gotta Blair that shit. I gotta die in it. Otherwise, don't even turn it on you're ruining it for me
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<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, I think I get that. I definitely so I can have it like hip-hop or whatever on in the background and not really matter but Like the songs that I really like and I'm really into the lyrics for yeah I don't typically like to listen to that with other people either cause it's takes so much to like Get into like A$AP Rocky that guy that I have been a fan of forever like his the lyrics and the way he says I'm and everything like really touches me like inside and You can't just like sit down and listen to it and get that it's kind of like a acquired taste. I guess where one song called my attention like forever ago and I listened to that a bunch of times and I realized like I got to know the lyrics and then I started putting together and I got all the metaphors and stuff and realized what the songs is about and there's like this whole story. In that one song and then it turns into like a whole album is a series of stories and they're kind of like in an order And then as you go through to like now his fifth or sixth album there's like all that context that my songs or some of them are good and catchy too, but like it's not stuff, you would just hear on the radio and bump your head too you kinda like have to listen to it to get it so I totally get that. I don't usually listen to that with anyone else because of that so it's probably kind of the same for you.
<b>Sam:</b> Oh! What is your go to music when you’re pissed off?
<b>Sam:</b> Or is it the same?
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You know honestly, my music is much less dependent on my mood and more dependent on kind of just some separate cycle like I haven't really been listening to music at all lately I've been all audiobooks Like I said, I have background music playing, but not like anything. I'm listening to. The last A$AP Rocky album that came out I listened to that for a couple months and then went back to audiobooks, but yeah it just sometimes I don't listen to that much music I guess and my mood doesn't really Affect it I don't think
<b>Sam:</b> So what’s your outlet when you’re pissed off?
<b>Sam:</b> Honestly, do you even get pissed off?
<b>Sam:</b> You seem pretty even keeled
<b>Sam:</b> Lol
<b>Dave:</b> hmmm... Not regularly
<b>Dave:</b> I'm sure I do sometimes, but I don't really have a "thing I do when I'm pissed". I just calm down naturally I guess?
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Lol... I guess? How does it work for you?
<b>Sam:</b> I vent to you!
<b>Sam:</b> and listen to Sia and Alanis Morrisette 😂
<b>Sam:</b> lol the director of the rescue unfriended me on FB 😂 HOW OLD ARE WE?!?
<b>Sam:</b> I vent to you!
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<b>Sam:</b> and listen to Sia and Alanis Morrisette 😂
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<b>Dave:</b> Ok, yeah.. I guess you do get pissed pretty often
<b>Dave:</b> I’ts like raeeeeee eee annne on your wedding dayeee
<b>Sam:</b> She’s my soul sister
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Sam:</b> Not The Doctor - What a good song. About how she’s done taking care of someone’s shit
<b>Sam:</b> Right Through You
You took me for a joke
You took me for a child
You took a long hard look at my ass
And then played golf for a while
Your shake is like a fish
You pat me on the head
You took me out to wine dine 69 me
But didn't hear a damn word I said
<b>Sam:</b> Omg that whole album. Perfection. Fuck the man lmaooo
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> It looks like I have jizz on my shoe! 😭
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao!
<b>Dave:</b> Do you?
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Is that a bruise on your foot?
<b>Sam:</b> Surgery scars that will never go away 😭😭
<b>Dave:</b> What from?
<b>Sam:</b> Omg I also look like I have cankles 😭😭 wtf
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 26, 2026 11:09:25 AM Look no you don’t
Edited 7 seconds later: lol no you don’t
<b>Sam:</b> Surgery scars that will never go away 😭😭
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<b>Dave:</b> Jan 26, 2026 11:09:25 AM Look no you don’t
lol no you don’t
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<b>Dave:</b> Oh yeah, I forgot about your foot surgery
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
Look how bad they are!!
<b>Sam:</b> That was 2.5 yrs ago, too. So wtf
<b>Sam:</b> Do you have surgery scars?
<b>Dave:</b> It’s not that bad
<b>Dave:</b> I’m not sure if I still have lol
<b>Dave:</b> I haven’t really thought about it.
<b>Dave:</b> There 8 small incisions I think
<b>Sam:</b> Imma need to see
<b>Sam:</b> What other surgeries have you had?
<b>Dave:</b> K, you can inspect
<b>Dave:</b> I had surgery to repair my femur when I broke it as a kid. Nothing other than that
<b>Dave:</b> Do you have any others
<b>Sam:</b> Hmm I think those were my only surgeries. I broke my arm as a kid and also had to get stitches in the back of my head, but nothing else!
<b>Dave:</b> How did you break your arm?
<b>Sam:</b> My brother and cousin and I were running around, playing and I laid down on the ground for whatever reason, and they stood on a chair, like a recliner, and leaned over the back of it to look down at me, and they and the recliner tipped over right on my arm.
<b>Dave:</b> Oh no!!
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 26, 2026 11:39:39 AM The head stitches was way worse. I was only like 5 and I fell off the top of playground equipment at the park and landed on my back. My dads shirt was covered with my blood when they got me in the ER
The head stitches were way worse. I was only like 5 and I fell off the top of playground equipment at the park and landed on my back. My dads shirt was covered with my blood when they got me in the ER
<b>Dave:</b> Oh man… maybe that’s what is wrong with you!! Head injury!
<b>Sam:</b> I hate you so much lol
<b>Sam:</b> Omg what if I die young from that concussion thingy that football players die from
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. You might.
<b>Sam:</b> How did you break your femur?
<b>Sam:</b> I’m shooketh you didn’t break something in all your time doing BJJ
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] No jujutsu is pretty safe really Although like all my joints have been overextended and have been incapacitated at times, but since ever actually broken But when I was a kid probably like 78 years old, something like that My dad had this big truck It was like a 1978 Dodge truck or whatever and we went to pick up a dog at the vet and it was near Christmas and I was it snowed and it was icy and snowy, but we went parked And I went to step out of the truck, which was probably like There's a good long step for a kid. It's probably 2 1/2 feet off the ground 3 feet or something like that I don't know but when I stepped out onto my right foot. I stepped right to ice and Like It obviously slipped out from under me towards the inside I can demonstrate when I see you But it basically twisted my weight came down all the way down on it and essentially what happened is that like if you were to bend your knee at 90° like you're going across your legs kinda and then twist it up towards the sky And my femur was gave away, so it broke a spiral So then I was in a cast from above my waist all the way down and covering my toes for like 4 to 6 months I forget exactly how long And they had put screws in there so got the cast off. It was good. They took the screws out I think which was a surgery obviously and then. I broke it again like a week later or maybe even like just a couple days later I was at the babysitter's house I go to school. I was at the babysitter's house and like stepped in a little hole or something in her backyard and it like jarred it loose and it broken so I was in cast again for another several months. So that's how it broke my fever and that's also what contributed to my hip problems. Ultimately because when I grew back, it wasn't like perfect or whatever so I had like the extra calcification and shit like around the femur head and that's ultimately would like limited movement from all of that is what Gave me problems
<b>Dave:</b> Way easier than typing lol
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
My face, listening
<b>Sam:</b> Above your waist !! 4-6 MONTHS!!!
<b>Dave:</b> Yup. Sucked.
<b>Sam:</b> You broke it again?!!! A WEEK LATER
<b>Sam:</b> omfg
<b>Sam:</b> I bet your parents were pissed lol
<b>Dave:</b> lol
<b>Dave:</b> They probably were
<b>Sam:</b> Boys….🙄
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 26, 2026 11:58:40 AM Time
Ikr
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<b>Sam:</b> I bet you were just the cutest kid though 🥰🥰
<b>Sam:</b> Were all the girls all over you?
Until they realized what a punk you were, of course.
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Hmmm… I think that’s pretty accurate lol
<b>Dave:</b> I did have a pretty fat and awkward stage though
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] By the way, this reminds me so if I remember correctly from your chapters I just saw your text. I'm sure you did not have a fat and awkward stage. Maybe when you were like 10 I feel like that happens like everybody. OK and your chapters I feel like you started When you were like 22 that was the start of your story and you were getting ready to enter the military and I think you said at that time that you have been dating and Juliet for like two years so walk me through I can't remember did you go to college after high school or did you just start working and then also? Like did you have a girlfriend all throughout high school? Did you date and fuck around? Were you a nerd? Nobody liked you. What were you like in high school? I'm sure you were total shit. I think you told me before like I think you were smoking. Probably not paying much attention to school Yeah
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, let's see So coming out of middle school so going to ninth grade high school I had a girlfriend her name is Pam Pam Sherwick And I Broke up with her like pretty shortly after going to high school because they were just so many more opportunities So in ninth grade because it is really hard to remember Because there's a lot a lot of things happen and I'm not sure if the time frames exactly But yeah, generally I did not do very well in school because I was not into it I just barely got by everything and then my senior year. I only needed two credits to to graduate. Or two classes rather English and government so those are the only two classes I took my senior year so I would leave school at like 930 and just go to work And I was working construction at the time so I did fail English, so they have like this block schedule where you do English or your other classes like for the first half of the year and then it's different classes the second half and So I did English failed English and then had to come back for To make it up after school like for my second half of the year when I was doing so I could government in the morning and then I'll come back in the afternoon like twice a week and do you like a make up class which was which was dumb and I'm a girl there so I guess it wasn't done and actually worked out Or actually, I shouldn't say a matter I've known her for years all through school together she had a twin sister and Mandy and Rachel and Mandy was like Like really kinda Rachel was really pretty and like girly and Mandy was like a tomboy so Rachel is the one that I'm coming up with, but I got a fight with her boyfriend Night and that was a whole that's a whole other story but anyway, yeah English Failed that that was because just personal differences with the teacher really So let's go to school generally school sucked And no, I did not go to college after. I did try to take some classes at the community college but it was just I was not not into it. OK I'll start.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So it might be out of order a little bit here I was gonna go from like chronological order from Lake middle school, but that was actually a good Segway into what I did after high school so I what did I do after high school so I worked I was working construction for a contractor a friend of my dad's and a small crew was like five of us and he did mainly fire restoration so we would go into a house that like had been on fire or whatever Demolition and fix it or whatever And so I did that for another year or two after high school I guess and I started looking for a real job or better jobs And I found a job with a small company that was Doing OK so The radio systems that police fire and rescue were being upgraded in our area and it was a regional system, so it was like three big counties. The one I lived in in like two neighboring counties, so they were like thousands of radios that had to be installed in fire trucks and police cars and their handheld radios had to be done and distributed, and like all of this stuff and like the towers had to be put up in the equipment at the towers and all like all the stuff so there was a company that was doing a lot of that work and I got a job for them. Installing Installing this rodeos and doing stuff like that, so It was kind of a cool electronics job. I like doing this car stereo of stuff anyway so it all kind of worked out. I had some experience in that. So I got that job and did that for a year or two and obviously Obviously matter all kinds of emergency rescue personnel, and that's how I ended up getting to the sheriffs office because I am Decided I wanted to give that a try after being around all the cops and stuff so that's what I did. I went and applied for a job and got hired in the jail. And that was that and I think you know the rest. I worked there for a couple years. It sucked during the Air Force because I didn't have an avenue to really good college and wasn't even like really. Still ready for it anyway So yeah, that's why I got that was my like my ticket out cause I ended up at the jail like I ended up fucking hating every second of it when I was there like I was completely just utterly depressed and dreaded every minute that I had to go to work. It was like one of those things where you just like. You can't enjoy any of your time off because of how bad you're looking or how bad you know it's gonna be to go back So that was that
<b>Sam:</b> I literally laughed out loud at “personal differences with the teacher” 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> “What did I do after high school? 🤔” 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> 😢
<b>Sam:</b> How much you hated your job and how miserable you were
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So going back to high school then I broke up with Pam and met Who after that? There was a girl named Krista That I dated for a while cause I heard that yeah I would've been out of the 16th so yeah her dad beat me up one day Because I was yes, I guess we started dating or something and I went to pick her up one day to go to a movie or something and I go in the house and her mom and dad are standing in there waiting for me and they're like I could tell something what's going on then her dad's or her mom is one of them said Personal differences with the teacher I called her a butthole in class one day and I corrected myself like mid sentence from bitch so I was like why do you have to be such a butthole and which wasn't any better it clearly so anyway I don't wanna get too sidetracked So this girl Krista out of 68 months something I don't know and we had been exchanging I guess 30 written letters or something and her mom found them and Long story short there One of them said something like we saw these letters and disgusting like I can't believe you would talk to our daughter like this and you're this is just a horrible and it wasn't really even that bad like nothing like what would you and I exchanged Anyway, the whole kicking off point was I said, but like the first words out of my mouth after they did their little diatribe was he just seen the one she wrote me and like before I could even blink her dad had me pinned up against their front door, the inside of the front door like by my neck with my feet off the ground And I was just like I could feel like the walls sinking and like getting tunnel vision from passing out and he let me down, and I cried out of there and tore off on home and I got home and I have a cell phone at a time. I don't remember maybe because I think I knew what was happening but they had called my parents at my house cause of course they were a great Christian people right this was like. That was their deal So they called my parents and told him what happened and invited them over and they also invited their preacher over and it's a nighttime like it's like 9 o'clock probably at this point and my parents go over and mom says dad took like his watching ring shit off and left his glasses in the car, cause he was gonna fuck that dude up So they went in and I guess it was the preacher was there and they were all all of them were all upset and shit so there were no there's no fighting and he called me and apologized and gave me some money to go out on a date or some shit I don't remember, but it can't blew over so that was Krista
<b>Sam:</b> How much you hated your job and how miserable you were
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<b>Sam:</b> Her dad beat you up!!!?? lol
<b>Sam:</b> I feel like I know this story.
<b>Sam:</b> How DARE you sext anyone else but me lol
<b>Sam:</b> Ha you have definitely told me this story before. I remember this 😂😂
<b>Sam:</b> There’s no way you had a cellphone when you were 16. I barely had a cellphone when I was 16. And you’re like way older than me 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> Omg they had to have a whole intervention with you guys lol
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK so Probably in about 16 now or still And I get a job at Arby's was my first job right up the street from my house right at 16 and maybe even before I was 16 but I got that job and I started working there and I met this girl named oh no I didn't meet her there yet that's right oh that's actually where I'm at Crystal. Yeah I may have told you that story. OK so that's OK now it's coming back to me so when I worked at Arby's, that's where I'm at Christo. The one from the previous store, who's dad beat me up? So that ran course and then I went to KFC for a little while and worked there and then I went to Burger King. I'll look in the same area and Burger King was where I'm at. Carrie and Carrie was like. My first like really hot older girlfriend she wasn't really older, but she was like way more experience And super hot but she worked there and at Burger King. We started flirting and started hooking up well I gave her a ride home one night. And she lived like way the fuck out in the middle of nowhere and We ended up like dating for a while after that She moved like moved away to Maryland I think yeah it was Maryland and just cause her dad was a piece of shit here that she lived with so she went with her mom of Maryland Yeah, I was like what is it called when you were right with pendant paper to someone else sorry I'm reading your messages too OK, yeah that's I figured I probably have So then, Carrie, she was like my main girlfriend No, maybe not maybe not. She's the one by opportunity too, though. So she moved to Maryland Yeah, so when she left, she was like there's only there's one thing just just one thing Please don't date any of my friends and I was like whatever I don't even know any of your friends I guess or like or whatever them And the next person I dated after that was one of her best friends, and her name is Ronnie So I dated Ronnie for a while. It was like probably a year plus. And I'll cut that off right there
<b>Sam:</b> Who did you lose your virginity to
<b>Dave:</b> lol “way older” 🖕
<b>Dave:</b> Haha, just mentioned that in the last vm
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So yeah, so Ron yell she was also really hot And I liked her I mean she was cool But I ended up getting tired of her I guess because we dated for, however, long and then when the senior yeah must've been when the senior prom came around I had been kind of like not wanting to go to the prom and I've been holding off like I still could ways away, but you know how girls like planned for that shit ahead of time so I was like you know one plan on going didn't really want to I think I told her that I wasn't going and then this other girl named season more. He was also super hot. Showed some interest in me and or somehow we got kind of hooked up. I don't remember exactly what was going on there, but I ended up. I was already tired with Ronelle so I ended up breaking up with her. And getting with season who wanted to go to the prom and then I think my mom or somebody was like oh problem So I ended up going to the prom with season so that was a total dick move and I actually did feel bad about it at the time because Rodney found a date and went and Yeah, I don't know But that was That was that So after Ronelle I can't remember what happened. Let me think.
<b>Sam:</b> YOU DATED HER FRIEND?!?
<b>Sam:</b> Oh you scumbag
<b>Sam:</b> Dick moveeeeee bro
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I gotta be quick because Josh is coming to meet me for lunch but when you were talking about prom, this reminded me of Xander was going to prom. He asked one girl to go and she said yes, and they were all set to go and then about a week beforehand, he was like I don't even like her anymore. I don't even wanna go with her anymore. Just gonna tell her that like I'm not gonna go with her anymore and I'm like you absolutely cannot tell her that you're not gonna go with her anymore. She has been planning this possibly her entire high school career so far OK and especially at least the past like one or two months so I will kill you if you freaking tell her a week out that you're not gonna take her to prom anymore absolutely not so he ended up going with her. Take move man
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So this this after Ronelle, this is all still a little cloudy, but there's a couple of girls In there, nothing like super serious But they're the next main girlfriend I had I was probably 1819 now 1718 and Threw like a friend of a friend or something I met this chick named Kathy who was like 21 or 22 and I'd like known of her or seen her around or or something I don't know But she was cute and for some reason wanted to get with me so or we gotta set it off and so we start dating and we dated for a couple years like I was probably Yeah, I know I must scumbag So me and Kathy dated for a couple years and Yeah I just that was weird I guess because she definitely wanted like way more. She was not get married and blah blah and I was still the dumb kid. So I try to move in with her or like live there kind of for like a little while, and that sucked So then I I don't remember what happened. We tried to break up a couple times or I tried to break up with her and like she threw an insane, crazy fit, and. Then, so I got back with her I guess and then like a little bit later She wouldn't break up, but she just didn't give a fuck anymore. I don't thought it was weird. I don't remember exactly how that ended to be honest. Oh, you know what I think the final straw yeah yeah so the final straw is that She was thinking about going to apply to sheriff's office and because she was a cosmetologist. I don't know if I said that she went to do hairdressing and right after she got high school. So OK so Oh fuck, I forgot what's gonna say? That's
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<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, so then was Kathy the last one before Juliet I'm guessing or the last like significant one I guess It sounds like he got around, dude just kidding. I think I had had three serious boyfriends and high school. I am a was he might still think I am, but I was a serial monogamous. I did not do well alone which that's totally different now, but I like hopped from I had to.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] That cut me off, but yeah, I was saying like I had to have a boyfriend. I felt less than during high school if I didn't, but leading after high school my eighth grade year was probably the year where I became super boy crazy and I liked all these different guys, and I was convinced that they were all the one. And they all treated me like shit actually half of them probably wearing an interested And I just like that's when the problem started mentally
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So what is the longest time that you've been single as an adult like since you got divorced?
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Cause it was only a few months between Chaz and Christian, right
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I just saw your second message come up, which is funny because that is the time that I have been single the longest from November 2021 when Chaz died to August 2022 when I got with Christian so that's the longest ever And that was a pretty long time that was almost a year OK
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<b>Sam:</b> Check in today?
<b>Sam:</b> Have we missed a check in?!
<b>Dave:</b> No. We did it last Monday
<b>Dave:</b> And yes. Let’s do one today. When is good? Juliet is home but she’s in her bedroom so I can talk whenever.
<b>Sam:</b> What!! No we can’t
<b>Sam:</b> We can do one tomorrow. That’s ok
<b>Dave:</b> Why?
<b>Sam:</b> Too risky
<b>Dave:</b> No it isn’t
<b>Sam:</b> What if she hears!
<b>Dave:</b> Impossible
<b>Sam:</b> 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> You going to hide in your closet? Lol not impossible
<b>Dave:</b> We’re on separate corners of the house, doors closed, the tv is on, and there are 4 air purifiers running, my printer is running, and my speaker is on.
<b>Dave:</b> Trust me
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm
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<b>Sam:</b> Wednesday will be the day we find out about a whole bunch of reorgs
<b>Sam:</b> Like across the whole firm
<b>Sam:</b> Stephen said “brace for impact”
<b>Dave:</b> Oh shit, for real?
<b>Sam:</b> 😭
<b>Sam:</b> Supposedly
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao…
<b>Sam:</b> I dunno if it will trickle down to any of our specific teams but could definitely be change ups in the MDs or something
<b>Dave:</b> What if I get fired and don’t have a reason to “go to Austin” 🤣🤣🤣
<b>Sam:</b> DAVE WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT
<b>Sam:</b> Oh
My
God
<b>Dave:</b> Idek lol
<b>Sam:</b> Holy fuck
<b>Sam:</b> Can you just pretend you still have a job for a couple more weeks, if that happens?? Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Kidding
<b>Dave:</b> Don’t worry, if I do get fired, I just won’t saying anything…
<b>Dave:</b> Lolololol
<b>Sam:</b> What if I get fired?!??
<b>Dave:</b> Same for you lol
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, you're starting to remind me of some of these true crime shows because literally there have been quite a few where the significant other had been fired. Lost her job like forever ago and their spouse never fucking knew and they were off you know having an affair or murdering people or whatever while they were supposed to be at work. We cannot be doing this all right neither one of us are getting fired. Don't even put that out into the universe.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Yeah, if I get fired, I'm going to have to say something because We can't sustain my house payment or much With only Christian working so that's not going to work OK now I'm fucking freaked out God
<b>Dave:</b> Audio Message.caf
<b>Sam:</b> oh yea, cause I’m suchhhhh a good liar as it is
<b>Dave:</b> I’m sure we’ll be fine!
<b>Sam:</b> Well I would have thought so too until you freaking said something!
<b>Dave:</b> In other news, a long awaited book from favorite author comes out tomorrow!!
<b>Dave:</b> So I’m super excited about that
<b>Sam:</b> Yay!!
<b>Sam:</b> A long awaited new single by Noah Kahan comes out on the 30th!!
<b>Sam:</b> We can both celebrate
<b>Sam:</b> What’s the book and who is the author
<b>Dave:</b> https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0G7MP6HPH/ref=cm_sw_r_ffobk_cp_ud_dp_441JMTV0JD0FJ91VYECM
The Crypt 2: Voidstrike: (A Military Sci-Fi Novel)
The P.U.V. James Keeling has two objectives: raid enemy supply lines, and capture live specimens of a flesh-eating, warmongering alien species. The first mission is suicidal. The second might be worse.
But there’s a complication. The operation unfolds in the territory of a neutral power—one w...
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 26, 2026 3:39:20 PM It’s about a spaceship that can “dive” like a submarine and travel undetected. But the place it goes makes everyone the crew go insane and hallucinate and stuff. And nobody knows exactly what the ship is, where it came from, or how it works. It repairs itself. I listened to the first book again over the last week to prepare.
It’s about a spaceship that can “dive” like a submarine and travel undetected. But the place it goes makes everyone on the crew go insane and hallucinate and stuff. And nobody knows exactly what the ship is, where it came from, or how it works. It repairs itself. I listened to the first book again over the last week to prepare.
<b>Sam:</b> Nice
<b>Sam:</b> So do you like a lot of sci fi stuff?
<b>Dave:</b> If there’s a horror element
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<b>Sam:</b> When’s that wedding that you’re going to?
<b>Dave:</b> This weekend
<b>Dave:</b> 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> You’ll have fun!
<b>Dave:</b> Meh
<b>Sam:</b> Hopefully open bar lol
<b>Dave:</b> It better be
<b>Sam:</b> I’ve been to some that aren’t! It’s insane
<b>Dave:</b> I’m driving though so Julie will probably get sloppy
<b>Dave:</b> I’ll have to stay somewhat sober
<b>Sam:</b> Just uber
<b>Sam:</b> Much safer that way
<b>Dave:</b> Idk
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 26, 2026 4:46:14 PM I don’t like being somewhere I can get out of exactly when I want to lol
I don’t like being somewhere I cant get out of exactly when I want to lol
<b>Sam:</b> Ok I actually do fully understand and know that feeling lol
<b>Dave:</b> And I think it’s like an hour away too
<b>Sam:</b> Dudeeee be careful drinking and driving. Ugh
<b>Dave:</b> I have a better topic…
<b>Dave:</b> What do you think we’ll be doing 2 weeks from right now 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm 450 on the Monday…. That is a great question
<b>Sam:</b> Do you have any ideas?
<b>Dave:</b> Hmmm
<b>Sam:</b> Will we have had sex today? 🤔
<b>Sam:</b> I can totally see us napping lol
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t imagine wouldn’t have by now 🤭
<b>Dave:</b> But who knows! Maybe we decide to wait until nightfall and go out somewhere and… mess around 😏
<b>Sam:</b> In public??? 😱😱😱
<b>Sam:</b> 😉
<b>Dave:</b> 🤷♂️
<b>Dave:</b> Just a thought
<b>Sam:</b> We will have to just play it by ear! Who knows!
<b>Dave:</b> Never know what might happen after a couple drinks at our spot 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Is our spot Sunday night though?
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe we find another spot and have multiple spots 🥰
<b>Sam:</b> Same with restaurants
<b>Dave:</b> THAT’S a great idea
<b>Sam:</b> Not to change topics but I’m fully bracing myself to walk into a house with a very frustrated and on edge dude being there 😩
<b>Dave:</b> Oh no
<b>Dave:</b> What’s going on?
<b>Dave:</b> And that’s ok 😋
<b>Dave:</b> The topic changing
<b>Sam:</b> He’s had a lot of running around to do for the kids and I can just tell from tones in texts that he’s not happy
<b>Sam:</b> And he’s frustrated with the puppy
<b>Sam:</b> And now the carpet guy just got there to take measurements
── 17:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Are you oyw home now?
<b>Sam:</b> Yea like 15 min away
<b>Dave:</b> Well, hopefully you don’t walk into too much negative energy 🤞
<b>Dave:</b> It’s been ok for the last few days though yeah?
<b>Sam:</b> Meh. We haven’t spent a ton of quality time together so 🤷♀️ just kind of going through the motions
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So real quick this kind of goes back to the conversation we were having about staying at home moms versus dance Versus a parent and I'm not saying he's a state dad because he does have a job but he works well and I feel like because he's home and I'm not and he's doing all the running back-and-forth for the kids which is a pain in the ass. They only work at work. They only have school for like three or four hours on Mondays and then it's an early release every Monday so take them school. Go pick the back up. Go back home. Take them back to school later for after school. In the afternoon like it's a lot I get it, but I do often feel like he forgets that I have also been working all day and have had my own stress and shit and I don't wanna come home to more stress and shit you know So but I think he looks at it as like you get to leave and I'm always here With kids and animals, which is fair, but also not fun
<b>Sam:</b> Meh. We haven’t spent a ton of quality time together so 🤷♀️ just kind of going through the motions
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<b>Dave:</b> Quality time 😒
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao 🤦♂️
<b>Dave:</b> I’m such a bitch 😝
<b>Sam:</b> If you are, then I am too lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I totally get it!
<b>Dave:</b> Idk what his job is like but you definitely have a lot to do. All those 1on1s..
<b>Dave:</b> I mean, some would say working from home is the better option lol. Not having to also deal with traffic, get up earlier, people with people…
<b>Dave:</b> But good luck. Lmk how it goes 🤞
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<b>Sam:</b> It was mostly fine thankfully. He’s gone again though for awhile.
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<b>Sam:</b> And I get that toting the kids back and forth a couple times a day sucks, especially while trying to work but 🤷♀️ not my kids. I help when I can in the evenings so it just is what it is.
── 18:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 26, 2026 6:15:41 PM I think I did it! After almost 2 weeks of clearing out messages, I think I’m officially out of all the rescue chats!!! 🤯 literally a thousand*
I think I did it! After almost 2 weeks of clearing out messages, I think I’m officially out of all the rescue chats!!! 🤯 literally a thousand+
<b>Sam:</b> It was mostly fine thankfully. He’s gone again though for awhile.
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<b>Sam:</b> I made sure to take advantage of the alone time to think about you and what we will be doing 2 weeks from now 😉🥵
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Omg omg omg!!
<b>Sam:</b> I feel lighter
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> God you’re so sexy!
<b>Sam:</b> Aw thank you baby
<b>Dave:</b> I sooo can’t wait
<b>Dave:</b> And thank you 🫠
<b>Sam:</b> I can’t either. Ugh just cuddling is going to be perfection
<b>Dave:</b> Sooo perfect!
<b>Sam:</b> Actually it won’t be ha. I’ll tell you why. Well it’ll be great for me. You will suffer 😂
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 26, 2026 6:44:30 PM But bc I sleep on my stomach, I’ll start out as little spoon, on my side, like a normal little spoon should be! But just no that what is going to happen is I will ultimately still have my grip on your arm, and then roll to my stomach, and then your arm is trapped under me. So now you’re like half on my back and can’t get up. Hehe
But bc I sleep on my stomach, I’ll start out as little spoon, on my side, like a normal little spoon should be! But just know that what is going to happen is I will ultimately still have my grip on your arm, and then roll to my stomach, and then your arm is trapped under me. So now you’re like half on my back and can’t get up. Hehe
<b>Sam:</b> But I can’t WAIT! 🤪
<b>Dave:</b> Sounds like you’re playing my game 😉
<b>Sam:</b> Oh what’s that?
<b>Dave:</b> Grappling
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 26, 2026 6:47:13 PM Hehehe, as little spoon should be
Hehehe, like a normal little spoon should be
<b>Sam:</b> Do you want to be little spoon or big spoon? Lol
<b>Dave:</b> We can switch
<b>Dave:</b> I like both
<b>Sam:</b> I do too
<b>Dave:</b> Ofc you do 🥰
<b>Dave:</b> And… Why would I want to get up??
<b>Sam:</b> That’s why when you ask what we will be doing, my first thought every time is that we are still in bed 😂
<b>Dave:</b> I can’t think of another person I’d rather be trapped under ☺️
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
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<b>Dave:</b> Can we just do this move over and over again lol? 🫠
13 daysssss
── 18:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> That’s why when you ask what we will be doing, my first thought every time is that we are still in bed 😂
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<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe.. I ALMOST said “just getting out of bed” when we were talking about it at like, 4:30
<b>Sam:</b> But like for real. I envision us going out to eat and drink. Otherwise…cuddling and talking and fucking around in bed is all I see in my head 🤷♀️
<b>Dave:</b> I am so 100000% ok with that 😘
<b>Sam:</b> I mean yea, I’ll have to get up and stretch and I can’t just be horizontal ALL the time but yea lol
── 19:00 ──
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah we can go for a walk or something every now and then
<b>Dave:</b> Can we just do this move over and over again lol? 🫠
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> OK so say single Dave met single Sam and we fell madly in love, like the soulmates we are, BUT I was Jewish or something. And you had to convert.
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> I’d do that for you 😉
<b>Dave:</b> But I also kind of feel like if you were that serious about your religion… We wouldn’t be soulmates 😬
<b>Sam:</b> Yes I thought that too but decided to push forward with the hypothetical anyway 😂
<b>Dave:</b> I admire how you’re willing to persevere for the sake of the hypothetical 😂
<b>Dave:</b> You do have the best hypotheticals though tbh
<b>Sam:</b> This compliment?
<b>Sam:</b> OK another one. What if I am who I am but smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. In the house.
<b>Dave:</b> Ooof
<b>Dave:</b> I also don’t think we could be soulmates if you smoked 😬
<b>Dave:</b> What about you?
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe… MAYBE if you smoked outside, used mouthwash every time, and somehow made your clothes not reek lol
<b>Sam:</b> Yea I’m not being with a smoker.
<b>Sam:</b> Did that. I’m good.
<b>Dave:</b> Who smoked?
<b>Dave:</b> So gross
<b>Sam:</b> Richie. College boyfriend
<b>Sam:</b> In the house.
<b>Sam:</b> That whole thing was…diabolical lol.
<b>Dave:</b> My parents smoked in the house my whole life
<b>Sam:</b> So did my dad
<b>Sam:</b> OK what if I was just a messy slob
<b>Dave:</b> Hmmm.. same thing. Not a soulmate.
<b>Sam:</b> Hmph. Fine.
<b>Dave:</b> Bro… I feel like you’re getting lazy since I complimented you
<b>Sam:</b> This compliment?
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah 🤪
<b>Sam:</b> Oh it’s onnnnn!
<b>Sam:</b> Ok. Let me think of a doozy
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, now we’re talking
<b>Dave:</b> Redeem yourself baby
<b>Sam:</b> Ok.
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> Ok, if in real life today, in our current situation and *wavesarmsaound*, and I was in a car accident and lost all my memory of ever knowing you. And you had to start all over with talking to me, getting to know me, allllll of our history has been erased from my brain. Would you even bother?
<b>Dave:</b> Oooooh, ok… That’s a good one 😉
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Would the outcome eventually be the same? Or would it be a gamble?
<b>Sam:</b> Oooooo
<b>Sam:</b> Define the same? Like where we are right now, today?
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah
<b>Sam:</b> Doesn’t matter, I already know my answer. It would be a gamble
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I totally would either way
<b>Dave:</b> And you?
<b>Dave:</b> Ooof.. the possible ramificaitons though.
<b>Sam:</b> Explain
<b>Dave:</b> Like, what if you fucking hated me no matter what I did
<b>Sam:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> The thing is though is we are still the same ppl we are today. I just don’t remember you.
<b>Sam:</b> OK so if you lost all your memory - yea I’d make you fall in love with me all over again 😉. Hopefully it wouldn’t take another 4 yrs 🙄
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh, you’d still be all married. So annoying lol
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<b>Dave:</b> Lol.. yeah true. So would/should I spare you the heartbreak and just walk away?
<b>Sam:</b> Hmmm you probably WOULD
<b>Sam:</b> Bc you’d be too busy dealing with your brain injury to fuck with a capital A. Who has time for all that?!? lol
<b>Dave:</b> No, you would have the brain injury..
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo read your earlier message wrong.
I don’t think you’d spare me. Not if you’re this emotionally invested. It would still feel like a breakup for you.
<b>Dave:</b> And I’d never be too busy to have a capital A with you baby!
<b>Dave:</b> Even brain damaged, retard you 🤤
<b>Sam:</b> Lmfao
<b>Dave:</b> Ooooh yeah! What if they other one wasn’t quiiiiiite right
<b>Sam:</b> Omg!! Ok now we are getting into some real good questions
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo read your earlier message wrong.
I don’t think you’d spare me. Not if you’re this emotionally invested. It would still feel like a breakup for you.
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<b>Sam:</b> Omg!! Ok now we are getting into some real good questions
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<b>Dave:</b> Right but I”d have the opportunity to spare one us
<b>Sam:</b> So would you?
<b>Sam:</b> So would you?
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<b>Dave:</b> Maybe I’d take that for you..
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh… no probably not. Because I don’t think I’d want you to either.
<b>Dave:</b> *waves arms around* is worth it imo 😘
<b>Sam:</b> I agree. And love you feel the same.
<b>Dave:</b> I love you sweetheart 😘
<b>Sam:</b> But I love you too!!! 😂😂
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<b>Sam:</b> But let’s talk about if you came back not all completely right in the head…. Like permanently..lol AND you’re married?? AND I gotta deal with all this distance and other stuff??? Andddd the mental retardation?!??
I dunno man…..lmfao
<b>Sam:</b> But I love you too!!! 😂😂
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah it really depends on how retarded we’re talking bout
<b>Sam:</b> LOLOL
<b>Sam:</b> I mean…I’m even on the fence if it’s just slightly retarded 😂
<b>Dave:</b> Which reminds me of the most random-ass thing lol… My dad had a friend that lived states away. Some dude he’d know forever. He’d come visit once every couple years and he was super fun. He was charismatic and really good with kids. When I was probably, idk, 10-12, he was asking me if I had a girlfriend and just kinda shootin the shit. So he leans over and kind of whispers like it was a super secret tip he was giving me and he said:
You gotta get yourself one of them retarded girls 😉
<b>Sam:</b> LOLOL
<b>Sam:</b> Did you heed his advice??? lol
<b>Dave:</b> Actually, yeah. Y’all have all turned out to be pretty retarded 🤭
<b>Dave:</b> Back when “retarded” actually still literally meant mentally handicapped
<b>Dave:</b> Actually, yeah. Y’all have all turned out to be pretty retarded 🤭
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<b>Sam:</b> Wowwwww
<b>Sam:</b> Ok ok I’ll remember this
<b>Dave:</b> ….doubt it 🤤
<b>Sam:</b> You forget how good my memory is
<b>Dave:</b> I know, I know 😜
<b>Dave:</b> Sooooo….
<b>Dave:</b> What do you think we’ll be doing 2 weeks from now?
<b>Dave:</b> Getting out of bed to go get a drink lol?
<b>Dave:</b> Or getting into bed, after getting a drink?
<b>Sam:</b> No no I’ll already be quite tipsy
<b>Sam:</b> But we will still be out
<b>Sam:</b> Drinking lemon drops.
<b>Sam:</b> This time openly having our hands on each others thighs, backs, etc
<b>Sam:</b> Flirting
<b>Sam:</b> Talking about what we are going to do to each other when we get back to the room.
<b>Dave:</b> Mmmm that sounds amazing
<b>Sam:</b> 🫠
<b>Dave:</b> What if I can’t wait till we get back to the room 😈
<b>Sam:</b> Tell me what you would do
<b>Dave:</b> Whatever I want 😏
<b>Dave:</b> Like take you into the bathroom of The Rô on Oak and fuck you there
<b>Dave:</b> Just real quick… We’ll go back and have another drink after
<b>Sam:</b> Oooo a quickie huh!
<b>Sam:</b> 🤤
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 26, 2026 8:56:34 PM We need to start a list lol
We need to start a checklist lol
<b>Sam:</b> Or even just going down on each other for like 30 seconds just to give a preview of what’s to come when we get back to the hotel
<b>Dave:</b> Yes!
<b>Dave:</b> Jan 26, 2026 8:57:59 PM I love that oo
I love that too
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<b>Sam:</b> My heart just skipped like 3 beats lol. I walked upstairs and Quinn is taking a shower and I heard him make these sounds that sounded like moaning. Like oh, oh
<b>Sam:</b> And I was like OMFG just kill me right here right now. 🤮🤮
<b>Sam:</b> But then he proceeded to break out into like…an opera song lol
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> I kinda love that you’re getting all these *has kids* experiences even though you don’t actually have any of your own 😝
<b>Sam:</b> I love it in the sense that it has completely affirmed my life choices to be childless lol
<b>Sam:</b> I would rather watch paint dry than stand out here in the cold waiting for this puppy to take a 💩
<b>Dave:</b> Fuck off
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<b>Sam:</b> It’s basically the same here!!
<b>Sam:</b> And I’m in shorts and a tshirt ok
<b>Sam:</b> So it’s the same
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
But in other news, I just had a pretty great shower - thinking about eating your already soaking wet pussy with your leg hiked up on the sink in the bathroom at the bar 🥵
<b>Sam:</b> Yassssss
<b>Sam:</b> 🥵🥵🥵🥵
<b>Sam:</b> Night made
<b>Dave:</b> Miiiiiine too
<b>Sam:</b> I also love that you have a towel over a bald head lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Jan 26, 2026 9:53:43 PM I hope this means you’ll sleep real well tonight 😉
I hope this means you’ll sleep really well tonight 😉
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe, I’m glad you like it. And yeah I’m sure I’ll sleep well. I’m not even tire atm though
── 22:00 ──
<b>Sam:</b> How? That is odd
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah. I’m not sure. I didn’t really take a nap today either
<b>Dave:</b> I did have a second energy drink though. Maybe that’s it
<b>Sam:</b> What time?
<b>Dave:</b> 1130
<b>Sam:</b> Oh that’s not bad. Pfft I thought like 4pm
<b>Sam:</b> Well baby, I am actually in bed 😘 and I’m going to try not to doom scroll for an hr before I actually fall asleep.
<b>Sam:</b> I love you!! Sweet dreams. Thanks for checking in today ❤️
<b>Dave:</b> Thank you babydoll ☺️. I love how we communicate. Talking to you always makes me feel good - whether I’m giving or taking 🥰. I hope you sleep well and don’t buy anything stupid when you’re half asleep lol.
<b>Dave:</b> Good night, I love you
<b>Sam:</b> My sleep purchases are never stupid, thank you very much.
And I love that you said that about our communication. Most days I feel like I selfishly do more of the taking 🫤 but I appreciate you more than you know!
<b>Dave:</b> I know exactly how much you appreciate me, because you do such a great job of telling me 💯🥰. And it’s not at all selfish. I love that you talk as much as you do.
<b>Sam:</b> I love you so much. 😘 goodnight baby