God, I needed this play this morning. Weingarten writes entirely absurd but plausible Millennial dialogue with absolutely no shame. If I didn't know any better, I would think this piece was written specifically to piss off my Baby Boomer colleagues.
Every generation tells their story of longing and unrequited romance. Every subsequent generation has their opportunity to say, yeah. That's not it.
Several years ago I was lurking in a coffee shop on a college campus, trying to think of what to think, when a cohort of young people settled in nearby and just started talking. I wrote some of it down. It seemed so random, like randomness for its own sake.
If I'd been paying better attention I would have followed the narrative, and not been distracted by the intentional distractions. I want you or I think I want you and in any case I don't want you to think I want you at least not until I know you want me. There's a million plays right there.
When did we move from friends with benefits to hookup bros?