2019-09-16 - Marriage

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Got any lyrics yet?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Maybe. I'll let you know when I've got anything worth reading.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I'm guessing...

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Something about the road and romance.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Oh oh.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : More like pancakes and coffee.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Like about how you can't have any romance cuz you're in love with the roooooad.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Yeah, no.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : 😂

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Breakfast songs have to include innuendo.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Operation Breakfast Sausage, for example?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Heh. How'd that go? I've been trying to be respectful and give Nicole her privacy.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : No one's reported back! I have to assume that they're still in bed.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sounds like it went well enough.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Oh phew. I had a moment of panic where I was like... shit. Was he making the same joke I made without knowing when I made it?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : What, you think Joey and I don't talk?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : See above re: maybe they're still boning.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You tell him about how you kidnapped me?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Of course.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Kidnapped you after you suggested it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And encouraged you to keep going.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You do take instruction very well 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Yeah, you're really bad at the hostage portion of that equation.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Truth. We'll let you try that role next time.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Well, like you said, I do take instruction very well. 😉

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I'll stock up on duct tape and zip ties.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Kinky.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Probably.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : What're you up to?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Now?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Thinking filthy thoughts about you.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I WAS taking a study break.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : That goes without saying.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : What were you daying?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : What were you studying.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I dunno. I like saying it. I like you knowing it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Org chem. Resonance structures.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Did I neglect to mention that I'm a huge nerd?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : You /are/ a huge nerd.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : That's alright. Brains are hot.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Next time you have trouble sleeping, I'll call you up and tell you all about chirality.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Which is actually really fucking neat, so maybe not that.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I could probably fall asleep to it anyway. You know I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box, right?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You keep up with me well enough, gorgeous.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You have not lost my interest yet.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Yeah well, I'm not gonna be winning any nobel prizes, either. 🙂

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I mean. I could think up a few awards you COULD win if you want a ribbon or something.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I do have a "Greatest Uncle" award that has a blue ribbon around it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Heh. I don't doubt its accuracy either.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Pretty proud of that one, if I do say so myself.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : (...)

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : So much typing..

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : (...)

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Deleting.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : o.O

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I was gonna tell you something, but it looked weird.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : So I tried to find another way to say it. But that looked weird too.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Just say it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Promise not to run away if it's too weird?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Where would I go?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : All my stuff's here.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You could set your phone down and walk to the kitchen or something.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Just nope out of the conversation.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : That's true.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I can't promise I won't get a sudden hankering for string cheese in the middle of this conversation.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I wonder if we have any.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : brb

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : :laughing:

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Guess that's reasonable.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Alright. Fine.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : So.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : AJ mentioned the other day that 3 is a lucky number in Beijing: birth, marriage and death.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And he's my death. All dust and otherness. Endings which are beginning.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You're the middle one.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And every time we talk, the more I get to know about you, the more I know that's right.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I am happy to announce that we /do/ have string cheese.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : We don't. If you feel like running a string cheese delivery service...

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : We ain't even married yet, woman. You don't get half my string cheese.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I'll share my... uh. Whatever leftovers are down in the fridge. My brother's a chef. Everything in my fridge is amazing.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You get the better deal.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : True facts.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Pretty sure only half of what's in ours is edible.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I'll make sure to send you home with something to share.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Sweet.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : So I'm guessing this whole birth/death/marriage thing is some kind of symbolic whatnot? Since I'm guessing AJ's not your literal death.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : And I'm definitely not anyone's literal husband.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : See? Keeping up just fine, Jaime Lee.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : And see? Didn't nope out. Despite going to find cheese.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : And then taunt me about it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : But yeah, I see. <3

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Well, sure. It's a dysfunctional marriage.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : 😃

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You're stable. You have roots. Strong and steady.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Grounded.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Your priorities are in what you can build for those you love.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Kinda makes a girl feel like what she's building with you might stick around and matter too.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Wondering if the Deuce is still gonna run its open mic night after what happened the other night.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Man, my mom would be so proud.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Somebody thinks I'm stable.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You disagree?

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : ¯_(ツ)_/¯

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Heh. Fair.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : So.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Would it be weird if I introduced you to AJ? Like. Properly. Not in a crowd.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : No? Why would it be?

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I dunno. Maybe you like being my sidepiece 😛

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I don't judge.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Oh, true. I will lose all my mystery and all the seeeeekritz will be revealed. Couldn't have /that/.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : No, seriously, we should hang out.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : :laughing:

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Alright. I'll fix something up.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : :thumbsup:

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I like the idea of the people I like hanging out with liking hanging out with each other.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I like hanging out with most people unless they're assholes or super boring.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : He is neither an asshole nor boring.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Well yeah, I've met him.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Little quiet, though.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : But good kisser.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : So, not particularly worried.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Which is a good quiet-time activity.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Mhmn.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You could be over here enjoying quiet-time with me, but SOMEONE got stingy with their string cheese...

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : I'm watching Jess at the moment. She is also eating string cheese.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Slightly jealous. Mostly cuz I bet you're probably watching cartoons or something, too.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : History channel. She's coloring.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : You NERD.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Closet nerd.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Hot. I won't tell.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Better not. It's part of my mystery.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : :zipper_mouth:

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Fell back into studying. If you don't hear from me by Jess' bedtime, send help.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Don't nerd out too hard.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : I can't help it.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : Going hard is in my bones.

(TXT to Sparrow) Jaime : Not surprised.

(TXT to Jaime) Sparrow : :sob: