2026-02-04
Sam sat on the too-stiff urgent care waiting room chair, her phone a hot, buzzing presence in her hand. The diagnosis, in sterile doctor-scrawl, confirmed it: shingles. A stupid, inconvenient, painful eruption from a grief sheād thought sheād processed. Her thumb hovered over Daveās contact, a private symbol of all the other tensions erupting in her life.
Her notification chimed. His audio message icon popped up.
She pressed play, leaning in, and his voiceāthat warm, deep Texas rumbleāfilled her ear canal, as intimate as a touch. It was a recording heād made for her earlier, replaying an astrology reading a friend had done for him. His voice was hushed with wonder.
āā¦and that makes a Grand Trine in the water houses, connecting the Moon in Scorpio toā¦ā The sound of a page turning. A low laugh, purely Dave. āChrist, listen to this. āYouāll only ever feel knownātruly, intimately, terrifyingly knownāby someone whose own depths match the terrifying depth you keep hidden. When you find that, you will surrender completely, but it will be on your terms. It will feel like finally coming home.āā He paused. She could hear his breath. āItās the universe thing again, Sam. The fucking universe talking about you.ā
The clinical white noise of the urgent care dissolved. That morningās teasing came rushing backāher weird dream of being forced into a Vegas marriage, his joke about needing to put a ring on it himself, their shared hysteria over an article on āscooping.ā It had all been the bright, glittering thread that connected them while they were apart. Now, holding a script for antiviral meds, the banter felt distant. But the thread felt stronger. Heard. Known.
Back in her car, she finally typed. Confirmed. Itās shingles. She added, a hesitant attempt to cling to their normalcy. Maybe the universe is punishing me for having impure thoughts.
His response was instant. Baby. Talk to me. The good, the bad, the painful. All of it.
His use of the word ābabyā unspooled her. It wasnāt a throwaway. With him, it was a word of possession, of shelter. She detailed the doctorās orders, the localized burning on her ribs, the fatigue.
Iām sorry, she sent, tears pricking her eyes. Our plansā¦ I donāt know what this means for when you come.
His next audio message arrived. She could hear the soft rustle of his clothes, the quiet of his office after hours.
āListen to me,ā his voice was low, a command and a caress. āOur plans havenāt changed. They justā¦ pivot.ā There was a shift in his tone, the philosophical tenderness hardening into something primal. āYou think a little pain on your side changes what I want? What I need from you? It doesnāt. It just gives me new canvas.ā
She caught her breath, the air in her car suddenly too thick.
He continued, his words deliberate. āYou remember what I do for you? When the world is too much? I pull you out of it. I give you one thing to feel. Just one. Me.ā A low, possessive growl colored the recording. āSo youāll tell me exactly where it hurts. Youāll show me. And Iāll kiss all around it. My lips, my handsā¦ my mouth. Iāll define the boundaries of your pain with pleasure. Iāll make that patch of skin the most attended-to, most worshipped place on your body.ā
Heat flooded her, a direct counterpoint to the sharp ache beneath her blouse. She squeezed her thighs together.
āYouāll lay on your good side for me,ā he continued, the imagery vivid, unavoidable. āYouāll be vulnerable for me. And Iāll start where I always start. With my palm on the back of your neck. With my teeth on your shoulder. And then my hand on that ass Iām going to own before the weekend is through.ā
She let out a shaky whimper, alone in her car.
His voice dropped to a whisper. āTell me what you hear, Sam.ā
She fumbled with the phone, her voice breathless when she replied by text. I hear you making everything else disappear.
Good, he texted back. A pause. Then, Do you still feel the ghost of my hand from last time? The sting I left for you to remember me by?
A full-body shudder wracked her. Yes. Oh God, yes. Sometimes when she shifted in her chair, she could conjure the exact sensationāthe sharp, bright bloom of pain that had melted into a deep, satisfied thrum. Yes, she sent, a single, surrendered syllable.
Thatās my girl. Another audio message. āThen we understand each other.ā His tone was final, the dominant settling the matter. āYou are not a problem to be solved. You are mine to care for. On my terms. That means I feed you. I make you take your medicine. I tuck you into my bed. And when youāre restless, when your skin is screamingā¦ I give you a different kind of ache to focus on. Iāll fuck you so slow and deep youāll forget there are nerves in your skin. Youāll only feel the ones between your legs, the ones Iām lighting up, one by one.ā
She was panting now, her head lolling against the headrest. The shame, the fear, the irritationāit all receded, pushed out by the sheer gravitational pull of his certainty.
āThis doesnāt steal from our time,ā he concluded, his voice softening again, returning to that man whoād been astonished by the universeās description of her. āIt adds to it. Another layer. Another way I get to take care of whatās mine. Now go home. Take your pills. And think about my mouth on every part of you except the one that hurts. Imagine the restraint thatās going to take. Imagine how that need is going to come outā¦ elsewhere.ā
The message ended. Sam sat in the silence of her car, the diagnosis paperwork a forgotten slip on the passenger seat. The raw, blistering pain on her side was still there, a factual presence.
But it was background noise now. A soft, distant hum behind the symphony he had just conducted inside her. He had taken her worry and, with a few well-chosen, filthy, tender words, had transformed it. Not into a cancelled plan, but into a new form of intimacy. A way to be vulnerable. A way to be claimed.
She started the car, a slow smile touching her lips. She wasnāt driving home to an empty house and an illness. She was driving home to prepare. For him. For his care. For his possession. The universe, it seemed, had a wicked, perfect sense of timing.
TITLE: The Rash & The Ritual
WORD COUNT: 1,003
The picture was soft, grainy, the bathroom lighting forgiving. It was an image of trust, and it sat open on Daveās work computer, nestled between spreadsheets. The small, red patch high on Samās right ass cheek was the medical subject, but his eyes were locked on the swell of the cheek itself, the tempting curve he ached to bite. He remembered the feel of itāvaguely, drunkenlyāfrom the night that ācounted but didnāt count.ā The memory was a ghost, a whisper of skin and shared breath, now made maddeningly vivid by the unguarded intimacy of her photo. His text was clinical: Looks a little worse. His follow-up was pure, unfiltered want: But my god! Youāre ass looks amazing.
Four days. The countdown had begun as a sweet agony. Now, with this diagnosisāshinglesāit felt like the universe itself was conspiring, throwing a cosmic tantrum to keep them apart. She spiraled with the fear of pain, of blisters, of ooze. He countered every anxiety with the same bedrock assurance: āIāll pamper you. Ooze or not.ā
That night, as Sam slept early, aching and medicated in Arizona, Dave sat in the dark of his Texas home, imagination ignited. The pictures, the vulnerability, the forbidden love that felt written in star-stuffāit fermented in his blood until he was hard and aching. He wasnāt thinking of fucking her. Not exactly. He was thinking of tending to her.
The fantasy built itself with the ease of a shared, unspoken language.
In it, Sam arrives at his door on day four, her flight a trial of fatigue. The Valtrex has kept the worst at bay, but a low-grade malaise clings to her. The rash is a faint constellation of pink on her perfect skin, a closed chapter. When she walks in, he doesnāt kiss her. He takes her bag, his hands settling on her shoulders, his thumbs kneading the tension at the base of her neck.
āWelcome home,ā he says, his voice the soothing baritone sheād confessed turned her on years ago. She shivers.
The hotel room is cool, dim. He orders her to lie face down on the bed. There is no urgency, only a deep, simmering care. He kneels beside her, a bottle of unscented lotion warming in his hands. āThe skin needs to stay hydrated,ā he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. āLoose clothing. Rest. Doctorās orders.ā
Her laugh is muffled by the comforter. āYouāre not a doctor.ā
āFor you? Tonight, I am.ā
He parts the simple robe she wears. The sight of her bare back, the taper of her waist, the glorious rise of her ass, makes his breath catch. The faint, nearly-healed rash is just a footnote. He pours the lotion into his palm and begins.
His touch is clinical at firstābroad, smoothing strokes to spread the moisture. But soon, it becomes a liturgy. His palms learn the geography of her: the dimples at the base of her spine, the strong muscles of her lower back. He focuses on the unblemished left cheek, kneading deeply, feeling the flesh give and soften under his hands. He avoids the right cheek entirely, a respectful border around the healed territory.
āYouāre shaking,ā he murmurs, feeling the fine tremors under his palms.
āItās not the shingles,ā she whispers back, voice thick.
He knows. The energy between them is electric, a live wire laid over this careful ministration. He moves lower, his thumbs tracing the sensitive crease where thigh meets ass. She gasps, pushing back faintly into his touch. The pretense of healthcare begins to dissolve.
One hand continues its gentle, sweeping circles on her lower back. The other drifts, with deliberate slowness, down the back of her thigh, over the curve of her calf. He hooks his fingers under her knee and gently coaxes her leg to bend, opening her. The air hits her exposed core and she lets out a soft, broken sound.
āDaveā¦ā
āShhh. Iām just making sure everythingāsā¦ in working order.ā
His clinical charade drops completely. He leans down, his lips brushing the unmarked skin of her left ass cheek in a kiss that is anything but medical. Then his mouth is there, at her center, and he tastes herāa clean, earthy sweetness that floods his senses. He doesnāt devour, he savors. Long, languid strokes of his tongue that map her folds, circle her clit with maddening patience, drink her in as she trembles and moans into the mattress.
His hands hold her hips firmly, keeping her in place for his worship. He can feel the tension of her impending climax coiling tight. He pulls back, leaving her shuddering on the edge.
āTurn over,ā he commands, his voice gravel.
She does, her eyes wide and dark, her chest heaving. He strips his own clothes away, his erection thick and straining. He settles between her legs, his weight on his elbows, caging her in. He doesnāt enter her. He just looks, his gaze a physical caress.
āThe astrology reading was right,ā he says, brushing damp hair from her forehead. āIt said I felt chosen. I do. By you.ā He lowers his head, finally capturing her mouth in the kiss sheād worried about wanting for hours. Itās deep, hungry, a fusion of four years of longing. It tastes like her tears, salty and sudden, as the emotion sheās so stubbornly held back finally breaks free.
She cries, and he kisses the tears away. āIāve got you,ā he whispers against her lips. āIāve got all of you. The vulnerability, the tears, the ooze, the everything. Itās safe with me.ā
Only then does he slide into her, a slow, profound joining that makes them both cry out. Itās not a frantic, drunken coupling. Itās a reclaiming. He moves with a possessive, grounding rhythm, each thrust a punctuation to his words. āMine,ā he breathes into the sweat-damp hollow of her neck. āThis ass. This heart. All of it. Mine to take care of. Mine to fuck. Mine.ā
She claws at his back, her cries shifting from emotional release to pure, unadulterated pleasure. āYours,ā she sobs, the word a vow. The friction builds, the world narrowing to the slick, tight heat where they are joined. He feels her shatter first, her inner walls clenching around him in pulsing waves that pull his own climax from him with a guttural groan. He spills deep inside her, the sensation so intense it borders on pain.
He collapses atop her, then quickly rolls, taking her with him, keeping her connected. They are a tangle of limbs, sweat, and spent emotion. He strokes her hair as her breathing slowly steadies.
In the quiet aftermath, she traces the line of his jaw. āRound two already felt like a do-over,ā she murmurs, sleepy. āAnd we didnāt even use the gummies.ā
He smiles, pressing a kiss to her forehead. āThat was just the inspection,ā he rumbles, his hand already drifting back down to cup the cheek that started it all, the skin now warm and perfect under his palm. āThe real treatment starts tomorrow. Three times a day, remember? Iām very thorough.ā
She laughs, the sound rich and happy, and snuggles deeper into him. The universe had thrown shingles at them. Theyād answered with something infinitely more powerful.
The Arizona night was a blanket of impossible stillness, Sam thought, broken only by the faint, electric hum of her phone on the nightstand and the low, insistent thrum of pain beneath her ribs. Shingles. The word was so ugly, so clinical. It felt like a trespass on the fragile sanctuary of anticipation theyād built over endless texts and shared whispers across a thousand miles. Three weeks. Their countdown now had a thorn in its side.
Her phone chimed, a soft star in the dark. Daveās name glowed. She could hear his voice already, that warm Texas drawl that felt like a physical touch, layered in the audio message heād sent earlier. āIt said our connection was written in the stars, Sam. Can you believe that? Not just compatible, but cosmically destined.ā Heād been amazed, philosophical. Sheād played it three times, smiling until her cheeks ached, the fear momentarily forgotten.
She typed, her fingers moving slowly. Itās official. The diagnosis. Feels soā¦ violating.
His reply was instant. You are not violated. You are Sam. And youāre loved. Deeply. The stars got that part dead right. Then, a moment later: Tell me what you need. Right now.
She didnāt want medicine talk. She wanted them. The them that laughed about bizarre dreams of forced marriages and ridiculous articles, that shared the soul-deep sigh of being understood. I need not to be a patient, she sent. I need to be yours. Just for a minute.
Voice call? he asked.
No, she typed, a sudden, brazen clarity cutting through the fog of discomfort. Tell me. Like you did this morning. What would you do if you were here? Not to make it better. To make me feelā¦ like me.
There was a pause. She imagined him, bald head bowed over his screen, the intense focus he brought to everything, especially to her. When his message came, it was a paragraph. It began not with his hands, but with his eyes.
If I were there, Iād sit on the edge of your bed in the dark. I wouldnāt turn on the light. Iād just look at you, until my eyes adjusted and I could see the curve of your shoulder against the sheet, the shadow of your lashes on your cheek. Iād watch you breathe, Sam. Iād commit the rhythm of it to memory, because itās the most important rhythm in my world.
Samās breath hitched. The clinical chill in the room began to recede, replaced by a gathering warmth.
Another message. Then Iād touch you. Not where it hurts. Everywhere else. Iād start with the sole of your foot, my thumb pressing into the arch until you sighed. Iād trace the line of your calf, up over your knee, my fingers learning the silk of your inner thigh but not seeking, not yet. Justā¦ reclaiming you. Reminding your skin that itās made for pleasure, too. That it belongs to a woman who is desired, achingly, by a man who knows her soul.
A whimper escaped her. It was part pain, part liquid relief. She closed her eyes, letting his words paint the darkness.
Iād kiss the hollow of your throat, he wrote, and Iād whisper against your skin all the silly, profound things we text about. The dogs, the stupid alarm, the universe insisting we find each other. Iād kiss you until your mouth softened under mine, until you tasted not like worry, but like hope. Like us.
Her own hand drifted, mirroring the path his words described. Over her stomach, skirting the band of angry, sensitive skin, up to cup the weight of her own breast. Her thumb brushed a peaked nipple, and it was his touch, his devoted attention.
I would go so slow, his next message vowed. A pace meant to unravel time and distance and pain. Iād take your nipple into my mouth and love it with my tongue, not with hunger, but with reverence. Iād make you feel worshipped, Sam. Because you are. Every perfect, strong, vulnerable inch of you. Iād kiss down your sternum, my breath hot, and Iād honor every part of you that doesnāt hurt.
Tears welled, hot and cleansing. She was melting into the mattress, the sharp edges of her reality blurring under the tender assault of his fantasy.
And when you were sighing, when your hips were making those tiny, unconscious circles into the mattress, he continued, his words now a steady, loving torrent, I would finally touch you where you need it most. Not with force, but with a question. My fingers would find you wet and ready for me, because your body knows my heart, even when itās sick. And Iād stroke you, just the pad of my finger on that perfect, hidden part of you, watching your face in the dark. Iād feel you gather and tighten around nothing, and Iād tell you how beautiful you are like this. Open for me. Trusting me with your pleasure when youāre in pain. Thatās the most profound gift Iāve ever been given.
āDaveā¦ā she breathed into the empty room, her own fingers following his command, circling, applying the sweet, building pressure he described. The physical pleasure was a bright, clean wire, fusing with the emotional catharsis. She was not a patient. She was a woman being loved, meticulously and completely.
His final message arrived as the first tremors began deep in her belly. Let go, my love. Come for me. Let it be a release of everythingāthe fear, the frustration, the waiting. Let it just be you and me, and the stars that were right all along. Iām here. Iām right here with you.
It wasnāt a spectacular climax, but a profound one. A deep, rolling wave of release that washed through her, not with screaming intensity, but with a sob of gratitude. The tears fell freely now, mixing with the sheen of sweat on her temples. The pain was still there, a dull echo, but it was no longer the loudest thing in the room. The loudest thing was the echo of his devotion, ringing in her cells.
She lay spent, breathing deeply. After a moment, she reached for her phone, her limbs heavy and sated.
The stars were right, she typed, her message simple and clear. You found every part of me that wasnāt broken and you held it. Thank you.
His reply was a single heart, emerald green. Then, words: Always. Now rest. Iāll be right here. Weāve got three weeks. And a universe of time after that.
Sam turned onto her side, wincing only slightly, and placed the phone against her pillow, next to her cheek. The night no longer felt still. It felt humming, charged, and tenderly alive. The thorn was still there, but it was wrapped now in the velvet of a love that knew exactly how to hold her, from a thousand miles away.
I woke up to Dave's sweet messages in the morning. He always knows how to make me smile, even if he left his badge at home. I couldn't help but tease him about it. As I got ready for work, I shared a messed-up dream I had about a forced marriage and my worries about shingles, which had me spiraling a bit. Dave was supportive, asking what I needed from him while also making me laugh with his quirky remarks.
Throughout the day, our conversation flowed from dreams to silly discussions about high school and the popular kids. I reflected on my past insecurities and how I didn't see myself as one of the popular kids. As we joked, I loved that he found comfort in our connection, and I felt equally chosen by him.
We talked about how our emotional chemistry feels so deep and natural. Itās intriguing how we both feel emotionally wanted, not just desired. Our banter turned playful, and I admitted I was excited about our upcoming time together, even if it meant dealing with my health concerns.
I shared my plans to stay involved in animal welfare without overwhelming myself, and Dave was proud of my approach. As I navigated my feelings about shingles, the idea of sharing intimate moments with him was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. I couldn't shake the excitement about our connection, and despite my worries, I felt a sense of comfort knowing he was there for me.
As I headed to urgent care, I was anxious but determined. I wanted to be healthy for our time together. Dave's reassuring words made me feel supported, and I knew no matter what happened, he would be by my side. As the night wore on, I found comfort in our conversations, even as I dealt with my health issues. I fell asleep feeling grateful for him and hopeful for the days ahead.
I started the day reaching out to Sam, seeking clarity and reassurance through our usual banter. I told her I loved her, and she responded in kind, calling me silly. We talked about dogs, and I sent her an audio message about my astrology reading, which amazed me despite my usual skepticism. I shared how I had been thinking about her all night, excited for her visit in just a few days.
Things took a turn when I realized I left my work badge at home for the first time ever. I reflected on my process and considered if I needed better controls, as it was my first day back after working remotely. Sam woke up late, shared her excitement about bringing snacks to work, and mentioned a bizarre dream about a forced marriage, which piqued my interest.
As our conversation unfolded, Sam expressed concern about possibly having shingles. I listened attentively, wanting to provide support and reassurance. I found her dream and worries relatable, trying to encourage her while she spiraled in anxiety.
We shared laughs about life and the absurdities of our situations, including my explanation of the "MagSafe" attachment. Samās humor shone through as she recounted her past experiences and feelings. I tried to reassure her about her concerns, especially regarding her health, while injecting humor into our discussions about intimacy and vulnerability.
The conversation flowed naturally into deeper topics about our relationship dynamics, with us both feeling a sense of connection that felt almost cosmic. We explored our emotional ties, the chemistry between us, and acknowledged how we felt chosen by each other. It was a mix of lightheartedness and serious introspection.
As Sam discussed her day and her struggles, I felt proud of her for trying to find sustainable ways to stay involved in dog rescue without overwhelming herself. I encouraged her thoughts on policy advocacy and found it inspiring.
Later, as she prepared for her doctorās appointment regarding her shingles, I expressed my concern for her well-being while maintaining our playful banter. I assured her that her health wouldnāt deter my excitement for our upcoming time together. We ended the day with affection, both a bit nervous about her health but grateful for our connection, looking forward to seeing each other soon.
Dave began the day seeking clarity and reassurance through conversation, greeting Sam with affection. Their exchange quickly turned lighthearted, with playful banter about dogs and a shared audio message from Dave that expressed his astonishment at an astrology reading. He mused about the connection between people and the universe, indicating a philosophical side that Sam found endearing.
As the morning progressed, they shared snippets of their lives. Dave lamented about forgetting his work badge, analyzing the potential reasons for his lapse in memory, including muscle memory degradation and the stresses of returning to the office after working remotely. Sam responded with her own humorous confession about accidentally turning off her alarm and a bizarre dream about being forced into marriage.
The conversation shifted into deeper territory as they both opened up about their feelings, with Sam recounting her anxiety about possibly having shingles. Dave, showing concern, encouraged her to communicate her needs and reassured her he was there for support. He also shared some lighthearted jokes, which Sam appreciated, adding a touch of humor to her worries.
As they continued to chat, they exchanged laughter over the absurdities of life, including a discussion about an article on "scooping" periods and how ridiculous it sounded. Their playful teasing about personal topics, including Sam's dream and her lingering worries about shingles, showcased their comfort with each other.
The conversation delved into the dynamics of their relationship, exploring feelings of intimacy, affection, and the unique connection they shared. Sam expressed her excitement for their upcoming time together, while Dave echoed her sentiments, revealing his eagerness for their reunion.
As the day wore on, Sam mentioned her frustrations about a colleague's negativity and her desire to stay involved in animal welfare without being overwhelmed. Dave supported her thoughts and ideas, encouraging her to seek out ways to contribute that felt sustainable for her.
However, the conversation took a more serious turn when Sam returned from an urgent care visit, confirming that she indeed had shingles. Dave remained supportive, assuring her that he would be there for her, regardless of any discomfort she might experience. Their playful banter transitioned into a more caring tone as they discussed her treatment and what it might mean for their plans.
Despite the challenges ahead, they maintained a sense of humor throughout their dialogue, joking about the situation while expressing genuine affection for one another. As the day concluded, they shared tender sentiments, reinforcing their bond and looking forward to their time together, even in the face of unexpected hurdles.
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āā 00:00 āā
<b>Dave:</b> I seek clarity and reassurance through conversation
<b>Dave:</b> Hi š¤
<b>Dave:</b> Love you š
āā 05:00 āā
<b>Sam:</b> Love you too silly
<b>Dave:</b> Dogs?
āā 06:00 āā
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Good morning sunshine Oh gosh, a couple things so the astrology reading is insane. It still just like blown away by like how old point all of that is. I've never like really believed in that either I mean, not you know not my mystical kind of guy but Like I'll on the other hand Always kind of had had like this little Feeling that you know, we are in tune with the universe and the Our surroundings in the Earth I mean, we know we're all made of star stuff So maybe there is some connection there to these things who knows And the other thing is oh my God I was hard I think all night long like even when I was asleep every time I woke up You were on my mind and other places So that was pretty cool and we're down to stay Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, so four days Can't wait well I hope you slept well and have a great drive to work and a great day and I'll talk to you soon, sweetheart
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh. Left my badge at home for the first time ever.
<b>Dave:</b> My process failed. I wonder if I need more controls š¤
āā 07:00 āā
<b>Sam:</b> Oof I just woke up
<b>Sam:</b> Hehe
<b>Sam:</b> I accidentally turned off my alarm like an hour ago
āā 08:00 āā
<b>Sam:</b> I gotta bring snacks in for work ppl today too. Im THRIVING!! lol
<b>Sam:</b> I canāt believe you left your badge at home!
<b>Sam:</b> I had a fucked up dream about forced marriage too. Ugh. Iāll fill you in when I leave lol
<b>Dave:</b> The established control workflow is:
Leave work > load bag in passenger side > walk to driver side > retrieve phone from left pocket > enter driver seat > pull door closed/simultaneously fasten seat belt > remove MagSafe attachment > place phone on mount > place MagSafe on console > immediately grab badge off belt > place in its slot center tray > close tray cover > begin reverse processā¦
That process failed Monday.
Root cause unclear however some possible contributing factors were noted:
-It was the first day back after 2 weeks working remote.
-Muscle memory degradation
-Control reliance without periodic validation
Does this warrant refresher training, or just enhanced monitoring during transition periods? š¤
āā 09:00 āā
<b>Dave:</b> And just for the record, I wrote that shit
āā 08:00 āā
<b>Dave:</b> Sorry not sure if you saw typing indicator all that time lol but I was typing that out and Sloan came over to talk my ear off
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I'm having a fucked up date I'm still getting ready Had a fucked up dream about needing to marry this guy that I went to high school with that I don't think I've ever fucking even said a word to. He was like a year or two older than me. He was one of those popular guys and I was not he scared me anyway. I had to marry him and are like first thing we were going on this fucking trip to Ireland and it was over the period where I was supposed to see you and I had to cancel on you because I was going to Ireland with some guy I don't even fucking know that I had to marry So that is that fucked up part the other fucked up part is have you had any experience with shingles because I'm very afraid I might have shingles and I'm spiraling
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my gosh, all right what's going on there? The dream I guess that's wild. I find it hard to believe that you weren't part of the popular crew. I saw your yearbook photos all up in the middle of everything being a cheerleader. Anyway That So the dream I guess I can totally see that like manifesting Fears and anxiety about having to cancel this time or you know whatever since it's getting close again and shingles. I don't like I've known somebody who's had it. Why? What do you think is going on and since you're spiraling what do you need from me? For support a plan just to listen You let me know
<b>Dave:</b> Audio Message.caf
<b>Dave:</b> shared a movie
<b>Sam:</b> BESTIES!
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe sheās flirting? Lol
āā 09:00 āā
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK Where to first off you're hilarious with the ChatGPT thing or whatever you put that in about your badge and the forgotten water bottle the other morning so yeah you're really excelling. Also, what is a MagSafe attachment? Is that a gun thing it sounds like it. OK, the popular people yeah so no I was not. I was kind of like a nerd and I was shy and like maybe I could hang with the people in my grade but in any grades above me oh no no no I was like fucking terrified. Just like I don't know I never wore any makeup and no that's not true and why am I talking about college in high school? I did wear makeup but I never horny eye makeup and I didn't even learn about eye makeup until I get older and I really would've looked a lot better with eye makeup in high school so anyway, I just felt like ugly all the time but that's neither here or there. I think I had this fucked up dream because I was watching that fucked up show last night and just like the toxicity of it all and also. I'm pretty sure my dream like multiple people were getting paired up for marriages and I was like the last one to be chosen so yeah, like all that was left with me in this guy He's got terrible in real life at all. He's actually married his kids. He's a cop. He whatever he's fine but like we didn't know shit about each other So yeah, I think that the show and then also worried about coming to see you and then that's how it came back in my dream the other thing so shingles yeah I don't. I don't know if you wanna get in to or if you wanna know all about any embarrassing things about me and my body at the moment? I won't mention it, but I don't have any experience either except Chaz had them on his neck whenever we were together and then my sister and dad have also had them. I'm not in pain though and what I know about them is there they can be very painful. Mine is just more like itchy. But I'm still fucking spiraling and I sent a picture to my sister and she's like well doesn't look totally typical but it could just be early days I don't know I might go see my doctor tomorrow. I don't know, man did you watch chickenpox as a kid because this isn't contagious at less you've never had chickenpox. So
<b>Dave:</b> lolā¦ āMagSafeā is what the magnet on the back of iPhones is called
<b>Sam:</b> Bahahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha, picked last š¤¦āāļø
<b>Sam:</b> Feb 04, 2026 9:19:24 AM Does it NOT sound lot a gun thing?!
Does it NOT sound like a gun thing?!
<b>Dave:</b> It does
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, well you can't just Just say something like that without elaborate, of course I wanna know the embarrassing details and yes, I had chickenpox And what else yeah tell me what's going on and is that what you're spiraling about or what and again what can I do to help you? Do you need a plan? Do you just need to talk? Do you need advice? You just let me know. And I got you
<b>Sam:</b> š I donāt want to tell you lol
<b>Dave:</b> Too bad
<b>Sam:</b> lol
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> /Users/davidclutter/Library/Messages/Attachments/1e/14/27F5E9F4-5F1D-4060-B8EB-9AB5511FD5DD/Audio Message.caf
<b>Sam:</b> This is what I sent my family text this morning lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Dave:</b> the CRACK area
<b>Dave:</b> Loved the emphasis
<b>Dave:</b> Ok let me see the photo
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] For I'm reading your text For context or background So this was a while ago, but like my family tells each other everything and so Monday without notice, my sister just sent a picture of her ass in the family text her kids are in there And she was I have shingles on my ass and we were all like bro like a fucking Morty before you just send a picture and she's like I don't give a shit. I've been so much pain. The least you guys could do is look at my ass OK So anyway, that's the only reason why I was like oh my God is this fucking shingles I'm hoping it's not though I'm hoping it's just for like sweat or fucking something. I don't know, but it doesn't hurt. And then, yeah from what I know about shingles is supposed to turn into like fucking blisters. I am not sending you the fucking photo child get fucking real. OK we're here.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh please like I'm not gonna see it in a few days anyway and I need to know what the situation is with A large part of my plan of places to be grabbing OK
<b>Sam:</b> LOL
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You can make that determination when you see it how about that? In person I mean
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Or I could tell you now and ease working for me or worrying because I know a lot about rashes and various skin things from jujutsu so I can give me some good inside here
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Crop it if you have to, if that makes you more comfortable I just wanna see the like the actual box
<b>Sam:</b> Lmaooo what a day
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha right?!
<b>Dave:</b> ALREADY
<b>Sam:</b> FINE
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, two things fine. I'll send a picture but one you can't even hardly tell because do you know how hard it is to take a picture of your own ass? It's pretty fucking hard and then too. I'll keep you posted if it gets worse all right I think it's just maybe irritation maybe from two tired of pants like who knows
<b>Dave:</b> And just for the record, I wrote that shit
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] No, I'm just staring at a picture of my bare ass on our fucking text thread good God this is too much for Wednesday is today Wednesday I don't know. I knew we were gonna get up close and personal day but I didn't know we were gonna get this fucking up close to personal Jesus Christ, do you need to like fucking snack by my vagina next?
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You know what I just thought about I wonder if I could just put that picture into ChatGPT not that I really want to and just be like hey is this shingles and will it diagnose? I'm very curious like off of a picture
<b>Dave:</b> Audio Message.caf
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] And I guess I don't actually know how fast shingles like come on, but that doesn't look anything like any shingles that I've ever seen because they're like Actual blisters usually
<b>Sam:</b> I did not wash them first. But I also wear underwear soooo
<b>Dave:</b> There still couldāve been an irritant or something.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Are you sitting at your queue looking at pictures of my ass and talking out loud about shingles on an ass? Oh my God anyway, I'll keep you posted. It's gonna be fine if it's worse by tonight I will go to the doctor tomorrow and then I think you just get on some bed and then it clears up in like two days and all is well and we can forgive we ever have this conversation how about that?
<b>Dave:</b> Lololol
<b>Sam:</b> š¤¦āāļø
<b>Dave:</b> Iām sure itāll be fine š
<b>Sam:</b> Iām not even to work yet and Iāve already done SO MUCH today lmao
<b>Dave:</b> Just monitor it and see if it gets worse. Maybe try some hydrocortisone cream?
<b>Dave:</b> And cmonā¦ weāve seen each other naked, remember? Whatās a little rash on an ass cheek between friends š
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So I think I read not to put Cream on it, but I need to look at it I'll keep an eye also OK we saw each other naked extremely drunk that does not count that is not the same and again we barely took our eyes off of each other's eyes so this is not the same But maybe after this weekend, I'm sure it'll be different Anyway, yeah, that's all I got
<b>Dave:</b> Bitch, it counts
<b>Dave:</b> I love you and your silly little rash
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK real question do you think that we've had sex like already? Do you like yeah? If you ever to talk to other people Scratch that do you feel like we've already had sex? I do, but I didn't know how you felt like if you have to get off to consider that being sex or what
<b>Sam:</b> Lol
Iām insane
<b>Dave:</b> Audio Message.caf
<b>Sam:</b> Anyway. I love you very much. Thank you for not running away from me yet š¤Ŗ
<b>Dave:</b> Yes, it counts. But in an intimate, affirming, culminating wayā¦ Not in a that-was-best-performance kind of way š
š¤Ŗ
<b>Sam:</b> Well I am VERY excited for round 2 š
<b>Sam:</b> And 3 and 4 andā¦
<b>Dave:</b> Thatās why Iām šing about a grainy photo of a tiny rash on your ass lol
<b>Dave:</b> Iām so excited for a second chance!!
<b>Dave:</b> A do-over š¤
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<b>Sam:</b> Pftt even if we never had a do over, it was already š
<b>Dave:</b> True!
<b>Dave:</b> Feb 04, 2026 10:00:59 AM And I love that you think that heheh
And I love that you think that hehehe
<b>Dave:</b> Oh and btw, David Thompson said that definitely counts. Gabby said no. š¤·āāļø
<b>Dave:</b> Guess Iāll have to survey some more
<b>Sam:</b> LOL
<b>Sam:</b> stfu
<b>Sam:</b> Dave. Lol so I just pulled up to chick fil a bc I gotta bring little breakfast things for the team and like I was waiting at the speaker for a few seconds but no one said anything. So i just moved forward and very quickly realized that i definitely should have waited it out and ordered there lol
<b>Sam:</b> So I pull up and the guy is like āfor Nate?ā And Iām like hiiiii yea I didnāt order. Iām soooo sorry
<b>Sam:</b> And he looked so completely over my shit bc now Iām in a pack of cars lolol
<b>Dave:</b> Whatever, those motherfuckers are REQUIREDā¦.. by GODā¦. To be overbearingly nice to you
<b>Sam:</b> How you KNOW heās over my shit? He didnāt say My pleasure!!! š±
<b>Dave:</b> LMAO
<b>Dave:</b> You know CFL š
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<b>Sam:</b> Four more dayyyyssssss!!!
<b>Dave:</b> I might die š
<b>Sam:</b> Lol
<b>Sam:</b> Before we see each other or after? Can you wait until after? š
<b>Dave:</b> Both?
<b>Dave:</b> I might die from anticipation before and from happiness after
<b>Sam:</b> Sames
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> https://www.self.com/story/period-scooping
Can You Really āScoop Outā Your Period? | SELF
<b>Sam:</b> Another sign that the world has lost its mind. The headline alone wtf lol
<b>Sam:</b> This makes me so glad Iām not on TikTok
<b>Dave:</b> What the actual fuck lolol
<b>Sam:</b> No literally. I canāt. Lol
<b>Sam:</b> I canāt even read it
<b>Sam:</b> Also, why does it sound painful? I literally clinched just reading the headline lol
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] What in the actual fuck it probably seems painful because it's like a fucking ice cream scooper right yeah My first thought was like fucking reaching up anywhere like I could swirl in it all around like you do like that ice cream place where they get the hard serve ice cream out yeah awful and is it just like is this just AI slop for sure it has to be right that's all the Internet is right
<b>Sam:</b> LOLOL
<b>Sam:</b> Ok now Iām going to have to actually read the article
<b>Dave:</b> Haha
<b>Dave:</b> Good luck
<b>Sam:</b> How GeminiāCancer relationships usually begin
Thereās often a quiet pull rather than instant fireworks.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā Cancer is intrigued by Geminiās lightness, wit, and mental sparkle. Gemini feels alive to Cancer.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā Gemini is drawn to Cancerās warmth, emotional attentiveness, and sense of familiarity. Cancer feels safe in a way Gemini didnāt know they were missing.
Early on, Gemini often takes the role of animator (conversation, plans, ideas), while Cancer becomes the emotional stabilizer. This division can feel natural and flatteringāat first.
<b>Sam:</b> Sound about right?
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<b>Dave:</b> It sounds exactly right lol
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<b>Sam:</b> The core dynamic that defines the pairing
At heart, this is a relationship between:
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā a sign that processes life through thought and dialogue (Gemini)
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā and a sign that processes life through feeling and memory (Cancer)
The bond deepens when both realize they are trying to do the same thingāmake sense of the worldājust through different internal tools.
<b>Sam:</b> Soooo true
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<b>Dave:</b> It sounds exactly right lol
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<b>Dave:</b> Picking up my 3rd set of lenses lol š¤
<b>Sam:</b> Omg keep me posted lol
<b>Sam:</b> Feb 04, 2026 12:23:24 PM But staying at the office for the all hands? š¤Ŗ
Not staying at the office for the all hands? š¤Ŗ
<b>Dave:</b> Lenses actually came in right!!
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<b>Sam:</b> Well Iām shooketh about THIS!
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<b>Dave:</b> Iām still fucking shooketh over this lol
shared a photo
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<b>Sam:</b> Yea that was amazing
<b>Sam:</b> Well Iām shooketh about THIS!
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<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah I kinda am too
<b>Sam:</b> Howās your day going?
<b>Dave:</b> Not too bad. I managed to actually get a little work done between sessions of thinking about you š„µš„°
<b>Dave:</b> Hbu?
<b>Dave:</b> Howās your ASS feeling?
<b>Sam:</b> Not as itchy!!! lol. Still no pain. I canāt wait to get home and inspect again š
<b>Dave:</b> I canāt wait to inspectā¦ all of you š¤¤
<b>Sam:</b> Itās just so great bc not only do I really really really want to have sex with you but youāre also like my best friend, so in one way itās like a fun little sleepover too! šš
<b>Dave:</b> Right?? Itās the best of both worlds!!
<b>Dave:</b> I love that š
āā 14:00 āā
<b>Dave:</b> Feb 04, 2026 2:42:01 PM Bioooooo
Boooooo
<b>Sam:</b> What??
<b>Dave:</b> Sustainable
<b>Sam:</b> Did shanelle use that term? I missed it lol
<b>Dave:</b> lol yeah
<b>Sam:</b> My mind has been..elsewhere since CJ said the governance word so many times lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Why am I so hornyyyy ugh
<b>Dave:</b> I was just thinking the same thing!
<b>Dave:</b> š„µ
<b>Sam:</b> I canāt stop thinking about you š«
<b>Dave:</b> And then I was like: oh yeah because the sexiest, sultriest woman in the company is gonna be riding my dick in 4 days š„µ
<b>Sam:</b> Ahhh!! š¤¤š¤¤
<b>Sam:</b> Sexiest, sultriest woman in the company lol. I just saw that. My eyes initially immediately went to the riding my dick part ā¤ļø
<b>Sam:</b> I realllyyyy should be getting my butt into the gym but Iām realllyyyy not motivated lol
<b>Sam:</b> Which I SHOULD be highly motivated. Butā¦my cycle š
<b>Dave:</b> Hahahah
<b>Dave:</b> That cycle
<b>Dave:</b> Didnāt feel bad, Iām not either lol
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh. I just want to watch murder shows š
<b>Dave:</b> We can make fat ass love together
<b>Sam:</b> LOLOL
<b>Sam:</b> We are not fat asses. Hmph
<b>Dave:</b> I meanā¦ youāre not
<b>Sam:</b> Neither are you!!!
<b>Dave:</b> But yeah, I know. Thatās why I can say it š
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh gotta go have yet ANOTHER 1x1
<b>Dave:</b> People just canāt get enough Sam
<b>Dave:</b> How disappointed are you gonna be when I get on top of you and Iām all soft and gross?
<b>Sam:</b> How disappointed are YOU going to be
<b>Sam:</b> I already know youāre not soft and gross
<b>Dave:</b> ā¦. Iāve been eating a lot of cookies š
<b>Sam:</b> Same š
<b>Sam:</b> How disappointed are YOU going to be
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<b>Dave:</b> Not at all. You could gain 20lbs and Iāll still be š
<b>Sam:</b> Same to you!
<b>Sam:</b> Same š
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<b>Sam:</b> Same to you!
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<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
This dog has been in the rescue for YEARS and is finally finally getting adopted šš
<b>Sam:</b> Ugh. I miss it.
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwwe
<b>Dave:</b> I bet that IS a great feeling š
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Sam:</b> And then I remember why I had to leave bc of the severe anxiety and disappointment in people
<b>Dave:</b> Oh shit! The lake dog!
<b>Sam:</b> YES!!!
<b>Sam:</b> THAT ONE
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha ffs
<b>Dave:</b> Why doesnāt anyone listen to you š
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Dude So Carrie said above that like Heim, I was gonna get a doctor too, so I'm like thinking oh cool this person saw these urgent post and reached out and apply to adopt him. No the bitch that it's adopting him is the fucking foster with the lake the one that got him, let him escape and let him outside. What the fuck is happening. Oh my God, it's not my business. People are fucking idiots.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh yes, they are. They definitely are idiots but just breathe. It's not your problem anymore. I know that it's you're still all wrapped up in an emotionally, but he'll probably be fine. I'm sure she loves him. But everything will be OK
<b>Sam:</b> Hmph
<b>Sam:</b> People arenāt good enough
<b>Sam:</b> But fine
<b>Sam:</b> Iām definitely watching murder tonight lol
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I hope you watch the fuck out of murder tonight, sweetheart, and eat a bunch of cookies too
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You are the best I do not tell you enough. I also meant to tell you so I've been thinking about how I can still be involved shocker and not like want to commit suicide every day from the sadness. And I wonder and I feel like maybe I could be good at like from like the policy Angle So like advocating for new laws for animal welfare And I don't know documenting shit I don't really know, but I feel like maybe that's an ankle and then I'm not directly engaged with dogs and with people, but I'm still trying to protect them. I don't know. I feel like there's some resources for a way to meet for for away for me to get an in. I just don't know if I have the energy for quite yet but maybe that's where I go next.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I was also thinking about posting on like local neighborhood groups of like hey if you find a stray dog, like bring the dog to me I'll scan for chip since I have a scanner a lot of dumbasses don't even think to go get the dog scanned and then like, especially if they find one outside of like a vet business hours So I could do that, but then I run the risk of people bring me a dog. I scanned the dog there's no chip and they're like I can't take the fucking dog you take the dog and then I'm stuck with another dog or dogs so might not do that either but it's a thought.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] You do tell me enough I mean, can't never be like enough enough, but you do and I love it So thank you for saying that, but Yeah, I think finding a way to still protect dogs Without getting chewed up at the shelter energy every day is a smart. That's a good way to stay involved. Stay involved in a sustainable way which I know you like so much. The policy thing I think you would be very good at that but obviously I mean what you do so I think that's a possible idea for sure in the chip scanning thing is also I think it's a good idea But yeah, the problem is getting the dog, then dumped off on you cause if somebody brings it by and they're like now your problem so Yeah, we could Try to work out some kind of hard boundaries for you though so it doesn't turn into a like OK here's your new see ya but that is cool idea though because I've always thought that too like you know all the dogs everywhere have chips on them but like people regular people don't have chip scanners Yeah, you gotta call dog catcher or take them to the vet or whatever So yeah, but I'm also really proud of you for trying to find a way that is sustainable and that will not swallow you hole That is it's a step in the right direction for sure
<b>Sam:</b> Sustainable š
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Is there a term this is changing topics but so related to rescue but is there a term for a person that? No matter what good news you tell them they flip it I can't think so One of the rescue rolls I got out she is very negative and maybe it's like she plays the victim, but you can't tell her anything good without her being like Well, you know yeah so when I was getting adopted because I interviewed a doctor and set them up for success or oh well, I'm pissed off that all these dogs are gonna be adopted now because the rest of the people are gonna take credit after we worked our asses off, bitter bitter She is extremely bitter and every single thing that you say she'll come back with some sort of like bitter caveat so anyway it's really fucking exhausting and I can't wait till she gets to a point where she's so far enough removed that That it doesn't have to do with her anymore and also like it doesn't have to do with you lady like let's just be happy for the damn dogs not be like well yeah I did that. Well it must be nice if they're right on our cocktails. Give it a rest every day though that is that is a commentary that she has like Jesus And I know that I'm a negative person but shit
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK and then last random change topic but you know how you wear shoes like everywhere. I don't believe that you'll wear shoes and like the hotel bed, but are you gonna be wearing shoes around the hotel inside in our room cause ma'am you like take that shit off and like be comfy.
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] I will Dress however you want me to And I thought you were all over the place Jesus Christ So yeah, sounds like also a touch of narcissism maybe there too with that chick if she's you know Like making it about herself or whatever but Yeah, you're not a negative person you still you may say some negative things and whatever sometimes but I think you're mostly have a positive outlook or Something like that like I don't think you're genuinely a negative person like you may see maybe slightly pessimistic sometimes I guess but I certainly wouldn't call you negative
<b>Sam:</b> š sorry Iām so all over the place
<b>Dave:</b> lol donāt be sorry
<b>Dave:</b> Feb 04, 2026 4:51:22 PM That classic Sam ļæ¼
Thatās classic Sam ļæ¼
<b>Sam:</b> Hmm narcissist. Didnāt think of that
<b>Sam:</b> Could also be lack of maturity
<b>Sam:</b> I think sheās like late 20s
<b>Dave:</b> Lack of self awareness
<b>Sam:</b> Anywho! What are you up to this evening?
<b>Dave:</b> shared a photo
Oh just the usualā¦ silly projects š¤Ŗ
<b>Sam:</b> I need to get caught up on soft copy!!
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah me too
<b>Dave:</b> I havenāt read it in a while
<b>Dave:</b> I rely heavily on your curated selection of excerpts!
<b>Sam:</b> The nature of GeminiāCancer sexual chemistry
This is not usually an instantly explosive, raw-physical pairing.
Itās a slow-burn, emotionally charged, mindābody connection.
The chemistry builds through:
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā trust
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā tone
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā emotional attunement
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā mental stimulation
When it clicks, it can feel unexpectedly intimate and consuming.
<b>Sam:</b> Iām still on all of this lol
<b>Sam:</b> Bc that is spot on
<b>Sam:</b> What draws them to each other physically
Cancerās attraction to Gemini
Cancer is turned on by:
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā Geminiās voice, humor, and mental agility
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā the way Gemini stays curious, playful, and responsive
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā feeling chosen and mentally engaged
Geminiās flirtation feels light, but to Cancer it can feel deeply personalālike emotional foreplay.
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Geminiās attraction to Cancer
Gemini is turned on by:
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā Cancerās emotional presence and receptivity
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā feeling emotionally wanted, not just desired
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā the way Cancer responds to subtle cues
Cancer brings a sensual, emotionally immersive quality that pulls Gemini out of their head and into their body.
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<b>Dave:</b> This so true
<b>Dave:</b> Like uncanny. I get chills when I read these.
<b>Sam:</b> Itās like reading the story of us. It is so weird
<b>Dave:</b> Do you feel āchosenā?
<b>Sam:</b> I was JUST going to point that out
<b>Dave:</b> Because I kind of do
<b>Sam:</b> Iāve ALWAYS felt chosen by you
<b>Sam:</b> Since like very soon after we started talking
<b>Sam:</b> Bc you seemed so genuinely curious in how I was feeling and what makes me tick
<b>Dave:</b> Really? I feel the same way, and like itās too good to be true. Like, lucky.
<b>Sam:</b> ME TOO!!
<b>Sam:</b> Do you feel āemotionally wanted, not just desired ā
<b>Sam:</b> ME TOO!!
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<b>Sam:</b> I also love that it mentions me being turned on by your voice bc that was one of the first things I noticed about you!
<b>Dave:</b> Like, how is someone like you genuinely into me?! And not because I donāt think Iām worthyā¦ but actually, yeah it kind of is that. But at the same time knowing that you genuinely feel like I am. And that makes me also feel worthy because of how genuine you are. Which I guess plays into āemotionaly wantedā
<b>Sam:</b> What is ālike youā? I donāt even know what Iām like? But I feel the same way for you! Like why am I the person you invest HOURS every day in listening and talking me through allllllll my feels
<b>Sam:</b> And that was for years before crazy night lol
<b>Dave:</b> That caught my attention too and I was going to ask!
<b>Sam:</b> I canāt find the old text but it was one of the first things I said to Candace about you - that your voice was so soothing
<b>Dave:</b> In other news talking about this makes me soooo horny š„µ
<b>Sam:</b> Yea Iām totally wet
<b>Dave:</b> Also the emotional connection, I guess
<b>Sam:</b> What is ālike youā? I donāt even know what Iām like? But I feel the same way for you! Like why am I the person you invest HOURS every day in listening and talking me through allllllll my feels
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<b>Sam:</b> And that was for years before crazy night lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Yea Iām totally wet
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<b>Sam:</b> Iām legit worried about how much Iām going to want to just kiss you this weekend
<b>Sam:</b> Like. For hours.
<b>Dave:</b> Like you: someone so far out of my league in every way. Youāre intelligent, successful, beautiful, compassionateā¦ like, ALL the things.
<b>Dave:</b> Hey.. thatās just how I see you š¤·āāļø
<b>Sam:</b> To YOU. This is highly subjective but thank you for seeing me this way ā¤ļøā¤ļø
<b>Sam:</b> And youāre TOTALLY āworthyā
<b>Sam:</b> And youāll be like bitch get out of my mouth š
<b>Dave:</b> Iāll never be like that lol
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Sam:</b> Some ppl donāt like kissing!
<b>Sam:</b> Like I wouldnāt even say that Iām really into kissing. Yet I want to make out with you for hours.
<b>Dave:</b> Hey.. thatās just how I see you š¤·āāļø
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<b>Sam:</b> To YOU. This is highly subjective but thank you for seeing me this way ā¤ļøā¤ļø
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<b>Sam:</b> And youāre TOTALLY āworthyā
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<b>Dave:</b> I completely believe that - in the least conceited way possible - because of how genuinely you express yourself
<b>Dave:</b> Even though I feel unworthy, etc. I also feel amazing about myself because of you. Like, no doubt at all about the things you say. Which is also a whole other thing.
I donāt think Iāve ever really wondered if you were just ābeing niceā, or telling me what I wanted to hear.
I mean, everyone does that sometimesā¦ or so I thought, because I also donāt think Iāve ever really donāt that to you either š¤
<b>Dave:</b> All new territory for me š¤·āāļøš„°
<b>Sam:</b> I totally hear what youāre saying and definitely havenāt ever just said things to you to be nice. Even though I definitely do that with other ppl. Nature of the job (literally) and being such a people pleaser lol.
<b>Dave:</b> Audio Message.caf
<b>Sam:</b> Iām not lying or exaggerating even one bit when I say that youāre the first and only person in my life that has been able to not only āholdā my vulnerability but also keep it safe. And that isā¦that isā¦everything
<b>Dave:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] Oh my God, you're killing me Just I love you so much but it's just the best thing holding your vulnerability and being able to keep it safe that's so That means so much to me to hear you say that
<b>Sam:</b> You know, for me being a highly emotional person, I really hate getting emotional LOL
<b>Sam:</b> buttt thatās probably my vulnerability thing. Iām working on it š
<b>Dave:</b> Right?! Whatās with that
<b>Dave:</b> lolā¦ what if we DO just fuck and cry the whole time
<b>Dave:</b> *make love and cry
<b>Dave:</b> Not at the same time
<b>Sam:</b> I see what you did there š¤Ŗ
<b>Dave:</b> ā¦hopefully
<b>Sam:</b> LOL
<b>Sam:</b> OK listen. If one of us is going to get emotional first, itāll be you bc I am HIGHLY stubborn about crying lol
<b>Sam:</b> But itās a definite possibility and if anyone could make me break down and cry, it would be you. Ugh so annoying.
<b>Dave:</b> I thought emotions were Cancers āthingā though
<b>Sam:</b> Oh I completely FEEL the emotions. Itās how I choose to release them and when/where
<b>Dave:</b> Maybe youāll ball your eyes out for an hour and then feel better than youāve felt in years
<b>Sam:</b> An HOUR?!? Omg my eyes would be swollen for days lol
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] So if we did the Gummies that I might cry through that or because of that, but also like I found whenever I got high all the time whenever I was dating Chaz and like life was such a shit show I actually processed a lot while I was high off of Gummies and Like it always seemed better in my high brain than it was in my not high brain so like when I say it always like I'm saying like life was my outlook on life how about that and my outlook on the shitty situations we were in and all the stress like my outlook on all that was like OK I can do this and and this is gonna be OK blah blah that's how I felt whenever I would have Gummies So I either could totally cry from them or I might like saw all my life problems during that time who knows
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, thatās literally exactly why people use them lol
<b>Sam:</b> An HOUR?!? Omg my eyes would be swollen for days lol
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<b>Dave:</b> Yeah, thatās literally exactly why people use them lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Which part? To cry or to feel better about life?
<b>Sam:</b> Well the latter for sure lol
<b>Dave:</b> To feel better about life. But also to process better.
<b>Sam:</b> [Audio Message]
[Transcription] OK, yeah but the problem was it was helping me feel better about things that actually were truly shitty and like maybe if I hadn't been high all the time I Would've found a reason to leave probably not but like I said the end of the day it's a coping mechanism so you can either cope by taking action on the shitty things in your life or you can cope by getting high and that's what I did
<b>Dave:</b> Ok, yeah thatās the difference between using it for coping and using it for enhancing
<b>Sam:</b> Enhance in what way? Does it realllyyy enhance?
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah for sure!
<b>Dave:</b> We can talk about that when we get high š
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> In other news, I think Iām going to have to go to the dr for this butt stuff š
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<b>Dave:</b> Whatās up with it?
<b>Dave:</b> Send me a better photo
<b>Sam:</b> Lol no!! Itās getting worse!!
<b>Dave:</b> Use the timer and prop your phone up on something
<b>Dave:</b> Oh stop
<b>Dave:</b> After all the shit we just talked aboutā¦
<b>Sam:</b> Hold on Iām busy looking for urgent care openings š©
<b>Dave:</b> Oh jeez is it that bad
<b>Sam:</b> Remember the bathroom discussion we had? This applies!!! lol
<b>Sam:</b> No itās not THAT bad but I want to get ahead of it.
<b>Dave:</b> Uhā¦ no. This is medical. Who better than your best friends ffs?
<b>Sam:</b> God I realllyyyy donāt want to go to a random dr and show my bare ass today. Sigh
<b>Sam:</b> I need icecream lol
<b>Dave:</b> Then show it to me!!
<b>Sam:</b> Are you a medical professional?!? š¤Ŗ
<b>Dave:</b> Iāve seen it and am going to see it again
<b>Dave:</b> Basically
<b>Sam:</b> You havenāt seen it BROKEN
<b>Dave:</b> Lmao
<b>Dave:</b> It already had a crack in itā¦
<b>Sam:</b> Wow.
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<b>Sam:</b> Are you dad joking me now lol
<b>Dave:</b> You love it
<b>Sam:</b> Sigh. Fine. One more picture.
<b>Sam:</b> I think they look bigger and redder
<b>Dave:</b> Letās see it
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Hehehe
<b>Sam:</b> Omg why are you giggling!!!
<b>Dave:</b> Cuz itās your butt š¤
<b>Dave:</b> Ok ok, serious face
<b>Sam:</b> š¤¦āāļø lol
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah it definitely looks a little worse
<b>Dave:</b> But my god! Youāre ass looks amazing š¤¤
<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha well thank you. Iāll take this compliment lol
<b>Sam:</b> shared a photo
<b>Dave:</b> Itās burning now?
<b>Sam:</b> Not itching now. Just feels like a low heat/burn. But like very mild
<b>Sam:</b> Hahaha well thank you. Iāll take this compliment lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Not itching now. Just feels like a low heat/burn. But like very mild
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<b>Dave:</b> Hmm. Yeah if sissy says itās shinglesā¦
<b>Sam:</b> Now my sister retexted me her ass picture when she had shingles and itās totally the same!! Hers was just more pissed off.
<b>Dave:</b> So you can get meds if itās in the first 24 hours?
<b>Sam:</b> I thought you could get meds regardless but what do I know
<b>Sam:</b> I have an appointment in 15 min
<b>Dave:</b> K, lmk what they say.
<b>Dave:</b> Is shingles something that can prevent you from traveling?
<b>Sam:</b> Um it fucking better not be
<b>Sam:</b> I WILL off myself
<b>Sam:</b> But I see no reason why I couldnāt travel
<b>Dave:</b> Iāll be disappointed if I canāt throw you around by BOTH ass cheeks, but Iāll make do with 1
<b>Sam:</b> ChatGPT says itās fine ā¤ļø
<b>Sam:</b> Hahahaha
<b>Sam:</b> God youāre not gonna wanna touch it! Lol
<b>Sam:</b> Hopefully itās gone by then!
<b>Dave:</b> Only because it would hurt.
<b>Dave:</b> I couldnāt care less outside of your comfort
<b>Sam:</b> The physical intimacy with you has already increased SO MUCH just today š
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<b>Dave:</b> Right?! I felt that too š„°
<b>Sam:</b> I left the house in such a hurry that Iām still wearing my socks with slides LOL. God
<b>Dave:</b> Right?! I felt that too š„°
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<b>Sam:</b> This place is packed. Sigh
<b>Dave:</b> Ugh, I hate going to urgent care
<b>Dave:</b> And I hate that you have to š
<b>Sam:</b> Brooooo I just googled shingles on butt and OMG these PICTURES!!!! Wtfff
<b>Dave:</b> https://www.perplexity.ai/search/b6b8df5b-d030-423e-9984-8d2f8edbab7d
What is the treatment for shingles if you catch them on the first day
If you truly catch shingles on day one, standard treatment is a prescription antiviral started immediately (within 72 hours of rash or symptom onset), plus...
<b>Dave:</b> Hahahahaā¦. Valtrex
<b>Sam:</b> Three times a damn day?! Jesus
<b>Sam:</b> So Iāll still be treating my ass when you see me lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Ummm nurse lady is scaring the shit out of me. She said I could get chronic nerve pain and like all these other fucking hideousness
<b>Sam:</b> Iām getting on the Valtrex thingy
<b>Sam:</b> She said itās totes shingles
<b>Dave:</b> Dang wtf
<b>Sam:</b> Sheās literally writing me a drs note for work tomorrow and Iām like umm? Lol she said I could be in a lot of pain and it gives flu like systems
<b>Dave:</b> Omg
<b>Sam:</b> Maybe I take tomorrow off? Hehe
<b>Dave:</b> Hooker, you better not be canceling your trip ššš
<b>Dave:</b> How long does the pain and flu like symptoms last?
<b>Sam:</b> They gave me a bunch of papers. Iāll read more when I get home
<b>Sam:</b> Absolutely the fuck not
<b>Dave:</b> Because l Iāll totally pamper you if youāre sick and in pain š
<b>Sam:</b> They gave me a bunch of papers. Iāll read more when I get home
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<b>Dave:</b> Papers lol?
<b>Dave:</b> Just Google it
<b>Sam:</b> Not everyone trusts Google, David š¤Ŗ
<b>Dave:</b> Good point Samantha
<b>Sam:</b> So I should only feel shitty for like a day. Maybe 2.
<b>Sam:</b> I just hope these things donāt turn into blisters š¤®
<b>Dave:</b> Starting when? Do you feel ok now?
<b>Sam:</b> No I have a bad headache but it could be from being hungry
<b>Sam:</b> But she made it sound like tonight/tomorrow Iāll probably feel pretty shit
<b>Sam:</b> You said you HAVE had chicken pox right?
<b>Dave:</b> Yes
<b>Sam:</b> OK good
<b>Sam:</b> So should be fine unless this shit startsā¦ā¦oozing š«£š¬
<b>Dave:</b> And you can always bandage it right?
<b>Sam:</b> No not supposed to. It needs to breathe
<b>Dave:</b> I read something about people using lydocaine patches for the pain
<b>Sam:</b> Lol. I donāt think this will happen though! I really think/hope I caught it early
<b>Sam:</b> Do you want me to cancel the trip?
<b>Dave:</b> Is that a serious question?
<b>Sam:</b> Well I figured I should ask and not just assume that youāre still comfortable with it!
<b>Dave:</b> Have you not read ANYTHING Iāve said?
<b>Dave:</b> Ofc Iām comfortable with it
<b>Sam:</b> Okay but like. Ooze !!
<b>Sam:</b> Potential ooze!!
<b>Dave:</b> That doesnāt bother me in the least
<b>Dave:</b> I read something about people using lydocaine patches for the pain
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<b>Sam:</b> Iām really hoping Iām not going to be in any pain since I caught it so early.
<b>Dave:</b> Yeah no kidding
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<b>Sam:</b> I love you ā¤ļø
<b>Dave:</b> I love you baby š
<b>Dave:</b> Ooooozzze or not š
<b>Sam:</b> Thatās real love lol
<b>Dave:</b> Hahaha
<b>Dave:</b> Everything Iām reading says you caught it in the best possible timeframe to reduce pain and symptoms
<b>Sam:</b> Agreed. First 24 hrs. Phew!
<b>Sam:</b> I fucked up lol. You have to take the meds every 8 hrs and itās pretty important to stay on top of the timing anddddd I just took it at 720. Not thinking that I now have to take it at 320 every morning š
<b>Dave:</b> Just take it when you get up with the dogs, Iām sure thatās close enough
<b>Sam:</b> And this timing is allll over the place.
<b>Sam:</b> But I need to set an alarm for when Iām with you š
<b>Sam:</b> But at 420 your time
<b>Dave:</b> Nice
<b>Sam:</b> REMIND ME lol
<b>Sam:</b> And this timing is allll over the place.
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<b>Dave:</b> Nice
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<b>Dave:</b> Iām pretty sure if you take it when you get up, when you go to bed, and in the middle of that time, youāll be totally fine
<b>Sam:</b> What to do (and not do) right now
Do:
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā Take Valtrex exactly as prescribed (donāt miss doses)
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā Keep the area clean, dry, and covered
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā Wear loose clothing
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¢Ā Ā Ā Ā Rest more than usual
<b>Sam:</b> Hmph. Lol
<b>Sam:</b> But yea Iām sure youāre right
<b>Dave:</b> The important thing is to not miss or double up on doses. The difference between 8 and 10 hours is negligible.
<b>Dave:</b> But who would you be if you didnāt worry about something
<b>Sam:</b> Hehehehe
<b>Sam:</b> Probably a much happier person lol
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<b>Sam:</b> Iām going to bed. Im dunzo
<b>Sam:</b> I hope you sleep well!!
<b>Dave:</b> Good night baby, I love you!
<b>Dave:</b> I hope you sleep well too!
<b>Sam:</b> Normal
<b>Dave:</b> Canāt believe you got to bed so early
<b>Dave:</b> Love it though
<b>Sam:</b> I am starting to feel shitty. But I also love the early bed time.
<b>Dave:</b> Awwwwe
<b>Dave:</b> Thatās a bummer
<b>Dave:</b> I hope it doesnāt get too bad
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<b>Dave:</b> too. But I really think tomorrow would be the worst of it so we will see.
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<b>Dave:</b> I canāt believe you got shingles lolā¦ like wtf š¤·āāļø
<b>Sam:</b> lol fucking seriously. Why is the universe doing this shit
<b>Sam:</b> Nothing else please! I JUST want to see you and be with you. I canāt take it lol
<b>Dave:</b> No shit!
<b>Dave:</b> Well, get some sleep sweetie
<b>Sam:</b> We are GREAT together!! Why is this so hard. Ugh. š
<b>Dave:</b> Right?!
<b>Sam:</b> Thanks baby. You too! Talk to you tomorrow.
<b>Dave:</b> Too great! Astrology is like: we canāt have these two together. It would break the universe
<b>Sam:</b> Exactly
<b>Dave:</b> Letās give her shingles
<b>Dave:</b> Ok ok.
<b>Dave:</b> NN baby
<b>Dave:</b> I love you š
<b>Sam:</b> Good night and I love you
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