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Source: #RelationshipGoals / iOne Digital
It was a steamy hot summer in New York City. I was spending a lot of my free time with my friends. This was a few years back when I was hustling and working on weekends too, which didn’t leave much free time to enjoy.
I was interested in dating, but not really taking it seriously. I was mostly doing hoodrat things with my friends. And any and every time one of them talked about meeting someone on this or that app, I would get curious, hop on, check the messages, get bored, and never get back on.
This time around, in the midst of being bored and ignoring messages in my inbox, a young woman messaged me. She reminded me of Freddie from A Different World, except more refined. Her pictures were fascinating, one after the next. From her bedroom, to far away deserts, this woman was clearly into details, culture, and fashion, but not in the sense of labels, in the sense of curating a look based on placing special pieces together. You could tell everything she owned had a story and everything she loved had a memory attached to it.
Her message was simple, effective, and made me smile. “You look good enough to hug and your hug looks like it feels like home.”
Isn’t it a shame, if a man messaged me that, I would swear he was just lathering me up in game without substance. But from a woman, this breathed its way into my chest and sprayed goosebumps up and down both arms.
I tried to be just as clever as she was so I replied, “My hug is the thing homes are made of.” I hated it. I deleted it.
“You can find out for yourself,” I wrote, replacing the deleted message.
She got back to me almost immediately, “I’d love that. I’m Joey.”
“I’m Danielle,” I offered back.
“So when can I collect my home?” She asked.
“Ah, I see what you did there because my hugs are like home. Cute.”
“Yes, you are and yes I am. So let’s be cute together,” I loved how forward she was without making me feel icky. I was fully receptive to her fearless flirting. “I see you like thrift shopping. Me too. Would you want to meet up at this shop in Brooklyn?” She dropped a link to a shop I’d been wanting to go to but hadn’t found the time.
Joey and I made plans to meet up at that thrift shop and then grab a bite. I was nervous. It had been a while since I’d been out with or dated a woman. I never treated the situation any differently than I would if I was out with a man. The situation would just present itself differently. Women listen, lean in, hear you, see you. The connection is just different —I wouldn’t dare say better or worse.
I got to the shop a bit delayed because that’s just who I am. I tried to cool myself off before I walked in. Because I had been rushing to get there, and it was hot, I was sweating, hard. And then, I was worried about my sweating, which made me sweat more. I paced slow, trying to convince myself to calm down.
The door opened and Joey peeked out and called my name, “Hey crazy. You giving yourself a pep talk?” She laughed.
I laughed. She walked over to me. “I was sweating and freaking out about sweating and I wanted to dry off before I came in,” I couldn’t believe I was admitting the embarrassing truth to her.
“Aww, poor sweaty baby,” Joey was short, but she grabbed my sweaty hand, leaned in and up toward my mouth, and kissed me. It was sensual, soft, but aggressive, and perfect honestly. I most certainly kissed her back and by the time I started to get really get into it, she pulled away. “So, now we’ve gotten that part out of the way.” She smiled and pulled a thick paper towel out of the bag she was carrying.
“So you just have these nice ass napkins on the go?” I smiled, took it, and patted my brow. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, I’m a sweaty bitch too,” she said. We laughed.
We shopped around the store and she tried on everything from dresses to high waisted pants that looked tailored to her short, curvy frame. She tucked away into the dressing room to get dressed so that we could leave. “Dani, can you help me?” She popped her head out.
“Yeah I got you.” When I walked in, she grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me into her. We kissed again. Sis had me in a daze.
When we parted lips, she said, “I’ve been wanting to do that again since I did it the first time.” She smiled a coy smile.
Dinner wasn’t great, but our conversation was. With our food sitting cold in front of us, we closed the restaurant down. We ended up bouncing around to a few bars in the area and decided to keep the date going longer.
“You hungry?” She asked, interlocking our fingers.
“I very much am.” I dabbed my forehead with her luxurious napkin. This thing lasted me our entire date, in which I pretty much sweated the entire time. Usually, I rush dates to be over because I’m so self-conscious about my sweat. I can’t even believe I’m admitting that now, but with Joey it didn’t matter. I’d never felt that free before (at that particular time in my life I was in my 20s) while I was dating someone fresh and new.
Joey and I had a marathon date that lasted almost two days. We parted ways later that next afternoon. We spent most of our time getting to know each other’s scars, stories, traumas, triumphs, dreams, all of it. It felt like a cathartic experience for us both. The farthest we had gone in that time was kissing and some touching, but mostly kissing.
We made plans to link up again. I was going to some sort of thrift store Olympics– you get a bag for a certain price and fill that however you can for a flat price — and Joey’s eyes lit up when I told her about it. I was going with some friends but figured it was fine to bring her, even though if she was a dude, I doubt I would invite him, whether or not he was interested in thrifting.
“Oh, I’m def coming to that. Hit me,” She kissed me one more time and was out.
Stay tuned next week for more.
Source: #RelationshipGoals / iOne Digital
It was a steamy hot summer in New York City. I was spending a lot of my free time with my friends. This was a few years back when I was hustling and working on weekends too, which didn’t leave much free time to enjoy.
I was interested in dating, but not really taking it seriously. I was mostly doing hoodrat things with my friends. And any and every time one of them talked about meeting someone on this or that app, I would get curious, hop on, check the messages, get bored, and never get back on.
This time around, in the midst of being bored and ignoring messages in my inbox, a young woman messaged me. She reminded me of Freddie from A Different World, except more refined. Her pictures were fascinating, one after the next. From her bedroom, to far away deserts, this woman was clearly into details, culture, and fashion, but not in the sense of labels, in the sense of curating a look based on placing special pieces together. You could tell everything she owned had a story and everything she loved had a memory attached to it.
Her message was simple, effective, and made me smile. “You look good enough to hug and your hug looks like it feels like home.”
Isn’t it a shame, if a man messaged me that, I would swear he was just lathering me up in game without substance. But from a woman, this breathed its way into my chest and sprayed goosebumps up and down both arms.
I tried to be just as clever as she was so I replied, “My hug is the thing homes are made of.” I hated it. I deleted it.
“You can find out for yourself,” I wrote, replacing the deleted message.
She got back to me almost immediately, “I’d love that. I’m Joey.”
“I’m Danielle,” I offered back.
“So when can I collect my home?” She asked.
“Ah, I see what you did there because my hugs are like home. Cute.”
“Yes, you are and yes I am. So let’s be cute together,” I loved how forward she was without making me feel icky. I was fully receptive to her fearless flirting. “I see you like thrift shopping. Me too. Would you want to meet up at this shop in Brooklyn?” She dropped a link to a shop I’d been wanting to go to but hadn’t found the time.
Joey and I made plans to meet up at that thrift shop and then grab a bite. I was nervous. It had been a while since I’d been out with or dated a woman. I never treated the situation any differently than I would if I was out with a man. The situation would just present itself differently. Women listen, lean in, hear you, see you. The connection is just different —I wouldn’t dare say better or worse.
I got to the shop a bit delayed because that’s just who I am. I tried to cool myself off before I walked in. Because I had been rushing to get there, and it was hot, I was sweating, hard. And then, I was worried about my sweating, which made me sweat more. I paced slow, trying to convince myself to calm down.
The door opened and Joey peeked out and called my name, “Hey crazy. You giving yourself a pep talk?” She laughed.
I laughed. She walked over to me. “I was sweating and freaking out about sweating and I wanted to dry off before I came in,” I couldn’t believe I was admitting the embarrassing truth to her.
“Aww, poor sweaty baby,” Joey was short, but she grabbed my sweaty hand, leaned in and up toward my mouth, and kissed me. It was sensual, soft, but aggressive, and perfect honestly. I most certainly kissed her back and by the time I started to get really get into it, she pulled away. “So, now we’ve gotten that part out of the way.” She smiled and pulled a thick paper towel out of the bag she was carrying.
“So you just have these nice ass napkins on the go?” I smiled, took it, and patted my brow. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, I’m a sweaty bitch too,” she said. We laughed.
We shopped around the store and she tried on everything from dresses to high waisted pants that looked tailored to her short, curvy frame. She tucked away into the dressing room to get dressed so that we could leave. “Dani, can you help me?” She popped her head out.
“Yeah I got you.” When I walked in, she grabbed me by the wrist and tugged me into her. We kissed again. Sis had me in a daze.
When we parted lips, she said, “I’ve been wanting to do that again since I did it the first time.” She smiled a coy smile.
Dinner wasn’t great, but our conversation was. With our food sitting cold in front of us, we closed the restaurant down. We ended up bouncing around to a few bars in the area and decided to keep the date going longer.
“You hungry?” She asked, interlocking our fingers.
“I very much am.” I dabbed my forehead with her luxurious napkin. This thing lasted me our entire date, in which I pretty much sweated the entire time. Usually, I rush dates to be over because I’m so self-conscious about my sweat. I can’t even believe I’m admitting that now, but with Joey it didn’t matter. I’d never felt that free before (at that particular time in my life I was in my 20s) while I was dating someone fresh and new.
Joey and I had a marathon date that lasted almost two days. We parted ways later that next afternoon. We spent most of our time getting to know each other’s scars, stories, traumas, triumphs, dreams, all of it. It felt like a cathartic experience for us both. The farthest we had gone in that time was kissing and some touching, but mostly kissing.
We made plans to link up again. I was going to some sort of thrift store Olympics– you get a bag for a certain price and fill that however you can for a flat price — and Joey’s eyes lit up when I told her about it. I was going with some friends but figured it was fine to bring her, even though if she was a dude, I doubt I would invite him, whether or not he was interested in thrifting.
“Oh, I’m def coming to that. Hit me,” She kissed me one more time and was out.
Stay tuned next week for more.
- Director: Lauren Palmigiano “LP”
- Writer: Ellen Rapoport
- Cast: Nasim Pedrad, Lamorne Morris, Anna Camp, Sarah Burns, Robbie Amell, Heather Graham
- Runtime: 105 min
Desperados is a new Netflix romantic comedy and the debut feature film from Lauren Palmigiano “LP”.
A panicked young woman (Nasim Pedrad) and her two best friends (Anna Camp & Sarah Burns) fly to Mexico to delete a ranting email she sent to her new boyfriend (Robbie Amell). On arrival, they run into her former beau (Lamorne Morris), who soon gets caught up in their frantic scheme.
Desperados is the latest in the line of female led adult comedies that show that women can use bad language and talk about sex just as much as men. It is a romcom but is really more about the friendships between the three female leads.
The writer and director are both fairly inexperienced but they have assembled a top-quality cast with well-known comedic actors. The film is based on the writer’s own personal experience of chasing down an angry letter written to her high school boyfriend and also incorporates her awkward dating experiences.
Wesley, played by Nasim Pedrad (Saturday Night Live, New Girl), is a lot. She has no filter, which is highlighted in the opening scene by her talking about masturbation during a job interview at a Catholic school. Pedrad is the real star of the film, with her comedic talents on full show. The scenes involving her rambling on and on are among the highlights.
Anna Camp (Pitch Perfect, True Blood) and Sarah Burns (Big Little Lies, American Vandal) play Wesley’s friends Brooke and Kaylie. They go along with Wesley’s scheme to delete the email she sent to her boyfriend despite knowing it is kind of crazy. Although both get separate storylines, they aren’t as well developed and the film loses its momentum at times when switching focus away from the central plot. It’s a shame as both Camp and Burns feel a little wasted.
Desperados is one for New Girl fans with the film reuniting Pedrad and Lamorne Morris (New Girl, Bloodshot). The pair have great chemistry together on screen. However, Morris’ character Sean only gives Wesley one minute on a date before claiming an automatic out. Even though Wesley is an eccentric character, he gives her zero chance and it makes it a little difficult to root for them as a couple as the film progresses.
Robbie Amell (Upload, The Flash) plays Jared, who is a pretty unlikeable character. Wesley acts like another person around him so as not to annoy him and it’s difficult to understand why she is willing to go to such lengths over a guy like Jared. Both the love interests aren’t great, I found myself hoping Wesley would get away from both and go have a holiday with her friends instead.
The jokes are sometimes a little crass and there’s a scene with a CGI dolphin that could have easily been left on the cutting room floor. But there is a lot to like about Desperados, there are a lot of good laughs in the film despite the ridiculous plot. Nasim Pedrad shows her lead actor capabilities with a wholly entertaining performance.
Desperados is available to stream on Netflix now
netflix.com/Desperados
Images courtesy of Netflix
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So, this week is disappointingly lacking in many new DC releases. There are, however, a couple DC “Digital First” comics that seem worth checking out. I came across Batman: Gotham Nights #11. The title has long flown under my radar but scarcity has forced my hand. Imagine my surprise to see one of my favorites of the Bat-Family, Red Hood. Steve Orlando and Priscilla Petraites tell a story of Jason Todd protecting a fellow survivor of Ma Gunn’s School for Boys. Codename: Assassin is a character I learned of literally this morning in another comic so it seemed like fate that this story caught my eye. There is another story in this book by Marc Guggenheim called “One Minute After Midnight”. If you have a dollar to spare, this looks like a promising way to spend it.
“I know you wanted some new comics, but how about a couple short stories with Red Hood?”. You win again, DC. Titans Together brings us “Bride of Blood” by Phil Hester and Scott Koblish. What’s better than a classic conflict between the Titans and Deathstroke? Red Hood swooping in to thicken the plot, of course! This looks like a classic, “Please! I know I’m a villain, but I need your help to save my family” story. I can’t deny my affinity for this kind of storytelling trope in a comic with some of my favs. I’m racking my brain but I can’t think of an instance outside of the Titans show where Jason Todd teams up with the Titans. So you know that 3 dollars you were about to spend on an energy drink? Buy some water instead and use the dollar you saved to check this little morsel out.
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