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Reed had some intense taste. He’d picked Requiem for a Dream followed by Oldboy. I’d left Daisy’s somewhat shell-shocked, but Reed had had a good time.
Lydia-Daisy-Cupcake: Poor you. I’ve seen them both before, so I was prepared. Should I send you my therapist's number?
Me: No thanks, have my own. How is your week looking?
Lydia-Daisy-Cupcake: I have deadlines I have to meet before next weekend. In other words, NO SLEEP ’TIL BRECKINRIDGE.
Me: Did you just Beastie Boys me?
Lydia-Daisy-Cupcake: Maybe. BTW, does anyone in the group, besides you, have allergies?
Me: Not that I’m aware of. Are you gonna make us cupcakes?
Lydia-Daisy-Cupcake: I can’t show up empty-handed. Whitney Mae would faint.
Me: I have a busy week too. Thanks for asking.
Lydia-Daisy-Cupcake: What are you up to this week, Miles?
Me: One of my clients is launching their T-shirt business. Would you wear a shirt with an irreverent saying on it?
Lydia-Daisy-Cupcake: I would not. But good luck to them, and congrats to you. Proud of you.
Me: Thanks, Cupcake. That means a lot. See you this weekend.
Lydia-Daisy-Cupcake: Looking forward to it. xx
My chest was warm and fuzzy from her unexpected praise, so I decided to try my luck with the other Dunham sibling. He’d given me his number, albeit grudgingly, but I hadn’t needed to twist his arm either. I’d sensed a kid who needed to form all the connections he could right now. If he got too untethered, he might just…go. I knew what that felt like. Remembered it all too well. So, I reached out.
Me: Hey, Reed. I’m here for the movie recs. Preferably something that won’t make me cry in the bathroom while everyone else is eating cold Korean fried chicken.
Five minutes passed. I didn’t think I’d hooked him. Then the dots on my screen started to move, and finally, a text appeared.
Reed: That’s an incredibly specific reference. I’ll have to look over my lists to find movies for emotionally sensitive people.
Me: That would be ideal. Send me some music too. Need to know what’s good.
Reed: You won’t be into my kind of music.
Me: Why don’t I be the judge of that? Try me. I’m open-minded.
Reed: You don’t have to act interested in me to get with my sister, you know.
Me: One has nothing to do with the other. If you don’t have any good music recs, you can just say that…
Reed: Manipulation 101. I respect that. Hold on, I’m gonna make a playlist for you.
An hour later, he came back with a custom playlist for me. Ten songs, all weird as hell, transient electronic music. I listened to every track.
Me: Gonna take some time to let it all sink in.
Reed: You actually listened?
Me: Yeah, I did. Not my style, but I’m flexible. Thanks for the tunes.
Reed: Welcome.
I needed to make this kid a playlist that didn’t suck. My brain wouldn’t let me do anything else until I did. So, I spent the rest of my evening creating the perfect playlist for Daisy’s younger brother.
