You're The Worst Makes Unrequited Love Even More Painful Than Usual By Drenching It In Hot Wing Sauce

When You're The Worst closed its first season, it really seemed like Lindsay and Edgar could legitimately turn into a couple at any moment. Becca and Vernon's pregnancy-reveal party had become the setting not just for Gretchen and Jimmy to reconcile, but for Paul to inform Lindsay that he no longer wanted to be married to her, leading an emotional Lindsay to perform a rendition of This Woman's Work that Edgar, apparently, found transcendently enthralling.

By the time he and Lindsay were helping Gretchen move in with Jimmy, Edgar had begun taking other liberties.

But now that we're two episodes into the show's second season, I'm starting to get the feeling this is never going to happen for Edgar. I just hope he figures that out soon too.

As a potential girlfriend for Edgar, Lindsay poses a lot of problems, or maybe it's more efficient to say she is a problem. Never all that excited about being Mrs. Paul Jillian, Lindsay's primary issue with the separation seems to be her competitiveness: she might not want Paul herself, but that doesn't mean Beer Cooze should get him either, or so Lindsay's attitude seems to be. When Paul tells her that "love is putting someone else's feelings above your own," she pretty much thinks both he and that definition are hilarious. But Lindsay's not going to have to learn whether she has the capacity to love anyone the way Paul thinks she should (or the way Paul probably doesn't think she could), because she's already got someone who's been putting her feelings above his own.

Poor Edgar! He's so smitten that Lindsay doesn't even have to manipulate him into making her a pie: as soon as she expresses an interest in having one, he volunteers (and, presumably, adds her request for tampons and ice cream to his mental shopping list). When she decides she's going to try to pick up a dude in a sports bar, Edgar helps her shop for a football "costume" and gamely tries to explain the rules of football -- and since those are impenetrable even to very smart people (me), I doubt a wing-drunk Lindsay is going to grasp them. When she orders him to go talk her up to her target guy, he does...though he also lets that guy convince him to try to hook something up with a cute waitress. And when Lindsay summons Edgar to her house later that night, it seems like he might finally get his wish because she's as jealous of the waitress as she formerly was Beer Cooze. But no: she's just decided she needs to start online dating, and that Edgar should be the one to take her profile photo.

Few could refuse those boobs, and Edgar certainly can't. But the longer his crush on her goes on this way, the more doomed his chances with her become: the longer Lindsay fails even to consider Edgar a romantic prospect, the clearer it is that she's not good enough for him. As much as I started the season rooting for Lindsay to figure out what she had in Edgar -- not just a combination GrubHub and TaskRabbit, but an actual human being who can both see her (many) faults, and also see through them -- now I have to root for Edgar to understand his own worth and demand more in return for all his ministrations to her. Edgar deserves someone who'll both appreciate his breakfast lasagnas, and who can also join him in enraging Jimmy.

If Gretchen's not going to take responsibility for her friend and order Lindsay to stop stringing Edgar along, the least she could do is start leaving ladymags around so that Edgar might pick up an article on people-pleasing and learn something from it. And buy Lindsay a selfie stick so she can shoot her own (wing-)saucy boudoir photos.