2019-11-16 - That Changes Things

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : So...

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Kinda thinking that maybe there's something I need to tell you before we take this too much further.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : So you know what kind of person I am.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Yeah? All right. I'm all ears. Or eyes, in this case.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Like, see. You're a literalist. Tells me a lot about you. Most people would understand the contextual implication of all ears.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : But I'm stalling.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Okay. So.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : https://youtu.be/X2kPLQEFR6Y is my go to jam. No shame. I've got the intro looped as my ringtone. I could listen to this on repeat nonstop. Love it. Cannot get enough.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : I'm literal after a long days work. And you are right. This video might fundamentally change our entire relationship. This what I need to know, or are you still just stalling?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : That's it. My full confession.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Yeah? What did you think of when you first heard this song? What about it made it be THE go to song for your ringtone?

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : And is this what is going to play if I call and talk with you?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I, too, am a gemini with a fantastic ass.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : It is. Just that pretty little beginning bit.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : It's just fun. Feel good. Shameless. Smile and move every time I hear it.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Now who is the literalist. Talk about taking the lyrics literally.. .wait. No. I can't finish that. Cause then I'll have to come up with some witty philosophical interpretation, and I don't even have that in me.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Yeah? Good. We all gotta have our shameless fun. One or two things that we have just cause it makes us smile.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : So just tell me how this is gonna fundamentally change our relationship.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : But, I'm just saying? If this was the only song you had ever linked me, I'd really be rethinking this whole thing.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Why?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Should I not be picking fights with you now? If you need the kid gloves, you've earned a little gentleness.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Because then I'd have to dig in on if this is the /only/ thing you filled your time with. But I already know better than that. Absolutely different line of questioning. But that's not as important as your other question. How it changes things now. Us.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : So first? I am setting your ringtone, and text messages, to this song. And second? It now means the first thing I'm thinking about when you ping me is your...

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : sign. Probably. I'll let you know after about the 50th time it plays.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Guess I'mma have to bother you a lot to get to the bottom of it.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : 😉

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : See? Radically changing out relationship already.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Wanna see another game changer?

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Bring it.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : IMG: A tall, wide-mouthed milk glass vase sits on a kitchen counter, a familiar assortment of colorful flowers arranged loosely therein. The vase is maybe a little too big, the blooms spread a bit too wide, but she's tried. There's a very good chance she wasn't prepared for flowers.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Your turn. How does it change your thoughts?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Depth and breadth.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I think you know what you're getting into.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Otherwise, I might warn you.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : But this is too intentional for you have not to meant it.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Not that I think you do anything that isn't deliberate.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Told you I don't have time for bullshit - though bullshitting? That's different. And that I only go for the best. Yeah? Yeah. It means something. Flowers and the bottle both.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : As for time, mine's yours whenever I can spare it. As much as I can give. You ask, and I will give you yes ever chance I get.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : *every. Damnit.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : As for the bottle.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Is it alright if I share it with someone else, too?

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Better be careful. You might get stretched really thin, Cards. As for your question. Yes. But they better match what is on that card.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I can handle it. And I promise.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Good. Draw me a card. Just one. I'm thinking of a yes or no question.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : IMG: Four of Wands, two rabbits forming a rough circle over some greenery and two parallel pairs of sticks. (without all the fake flowers in the background...)

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Without context, not sure I can read it, but. It feels like a yes. Connection, continuity. Can sometimes be containment, restlessness.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : You know my bias. I want to say yes.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : See. I know the question. And this card? I'm getting really strong vibes from it. The image itself. Two rabbits. Clearly comfortable with each other. Forming a circle that creates a continuous and dangerous loop. Not to mention the potentially sexual implications of bunnies. But that isn't all.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Then there is the meaning itself. Freedom. Partnership. Excitement. Celebration. I mean, maybe I'm reading too much into it, but when I apply it to my question of: Will Sparrow show up at the Pourhouse later this week to run into a familiar, older man and share a drink or two with him to enjoy new found changes in their mutual lives that are full of intrigue, excitement and tension. It's a tough call, but I gotta lean to Yes.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Am I gonna have to rely on the cards to know when he's there?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : He gonna be alright if I just stare mutely now and then?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I'm not sure I've got words for all of this.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : No. Just have to rely on his schedule not being shit. And yeah? That's fine. I don't need words all the time.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : But I'm pretty sure you figured that out the other night at my trailer.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Yeah.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I need you to do something for me.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Yeah? What's that.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Get me some of whatever that is that keeps me smelling like you.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : How much?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : I'mma need to wash that shirt soon if I keep wearing it like I have been.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Enough. I dunno.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Wearing it now?

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : No. But only because I haven't left the house today. It's GLORIOUS. Still in my painting clothes.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Well. I'll swallow my mild disappointment at not getting to ask for a picture to see you in it. But yeah. I'll take care of you. It'll be a couple of days.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : You can still ask.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : There's a difference.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : If I say yes, you'll know it was intentional, for you. Because you asked.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Yeah? But I wanted it of you n-Shit. Well played. All right. I want to see a picture of you in it.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : IMG, sent maybe five minutes later: Selfie of Sparrow, taken from a high angle, wearing not one stitch but that white shirt, only the first two buttons undone, offering just a glimpse of cleavage but not much. The cuffs are rolled popped up so that he can see the hand set against the side of the very large, very impressive bathtub she sits on. It's got jets and everything. And could certainly fit two people easily. Really, it belongs in some fancy hotel suite. WTF. Her legs are crossed, though the picture doesn't even show all the way down to her knees, the white fabric spilling unevenly against tone thighs. Her hair's a bit of a mess, and she hasn't bothered with make-up at all today. No cateye, no color. Her smile's soft, warm, but her posture is confident, comfortable.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Yeah. I'll send you a whole bottle. And a little something extra.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Good. Got complimented for how good I looked in it yesterday.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Yeah? You do. Glad to hear you hang out with people who appreciate excellence. And the very stylish shirts that excellence wears.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Got another potential game changer for you.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Potential. I've always loved that word. But go on.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Think I am very soon gonna be one half of the main event of a charity jello wrestling event which will determine which of a pair of identical twins is hotter while raising money for people who need it.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : All right. I'll bite. My first question is how did this idea become born to life in this world? My second question is what flavor and color is the jello going to be? My last comment is good. Let me know how you guys are going to take donations for the event, what the cause is, and I'll give, even if I can't make it.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Fuck. That's work. Answer. Just don't expect a response. And... weird. Late for the zoo. But let me know, yeah? About the event.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : Also, one last thing.

(TXT to Sparrow) Yule : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrGw_cOgwa8

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : That was very sweet of you. To send me a video which makes me question your tastes as you surely questioned mine. <3

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : What was wrong with music videos in the 80s? First, Prince just undressing over and over again. Now, vapid models wiggling awkwardly? WTF.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : But the feeling there is kinda really entirely mutual.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : How: a debate between a friend and I over which of a pair of very much identical twins is cuter. We have to resolve it somehow.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Flavor: orange, probably, at the rest of one of the brothers. Though I think lime and cherry might be more festive. We'll see!

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : The cause is Angels of Hope. It'll be at Kelly's Gym. I'll letcha know when we've got it all arranged.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Wondering if I can find a Christmas-themed bikini...

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Glad you're not horrified 😉

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : And kinda amused at the thought of Juicy chiming as I spam you. Definitely need to get that setup.

(TXT to Yule) Sparrow : Night, Nine. And thank you. I'll see you soon. :kissing_heart: