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Welcome back to MR's Sunday Scaries Diaries, where haunted humans chronicle their end-of-the-weekend terrors (plus the events that led up to them) to help make all of us feel a little less alone in the fetal position come Monday morning. Up this today: Kimmy Foskett and Liza Renzulli of Chix Productions, a video production agency based in New York.
Guys, how bad was, like, all of the kissing on The Bachelorette this season? OK, so I only watched the finale, but still, I was appalled by the weird inside-of-bottom-lip-to-chin action hot Peter gave Rachel. Also, why was Bryan licking the roof of her mouth?
Whether it's a set-up, the result of a serendipitous we-grabbed-the-last-bag-of-kale-at Trader Joe's-then-our-eyes-met situation, or, more likely, a swipe right on a dating app, first dates are exhilarating AF. While you learn a lot about a person on a first date, the very first thing you learn about them is their drink order.
Dear Ghoster, You were my first. First ghoster, to be clear. None of the other firsts. (Except maybe my first time likening someone to Jon Snow on a first date.) You were (are?) handsome. Bearded. Smart. Voting for Her. Insistent on coming to Greenpoint for our first date, despite your Manhattan address.
I can be a hater. When something is super popular, I am prone to rejecting it prematurely like some little hipster wannabe. Not a point of pride, but definitely a thing I've done. Then, I saw Wonder Woman. Woah. Why was it so good?
Jenny Slate is the epitome of the word "endearing." She also just so happens to be my girl crush of all girl crushes. My obsession could be because she's from near where I grew up in Massachusetts and I feel that faux-kinship thing.
Incidentally, the same day I woke from my first ever dream featuring Donald Trump (no, nothing salacious), I received an email from a popular dating app titled, "Donald Trump." How serendipitous! Hours before in dreamland, I had been shouting at him across an agora in Ancient Greece, while he poured wine for my friends (dreams are weird).
Can you imagine Han Solo's Tinder bio? My dad is a "Star Wars" nerd. Not in the meme-posting, lightsaber-collecting way, but in the old school, adorable dad way. Once, I complained to him about a series of failed relationships - all with male actors - and he very seriously quoted, "These aren't the droids you're looking for."