Don't tease me like that. As soon as I saw Issa sitting with Lawrence, my spirit was like "nah, issa set up." My spirit don't never lie. The true opening to the new season is a montage of Issa on random dates with brothas she done swiped right on.
When we think the pair are ready to work things out, it turns out it's just her overactive imagination playing tricks on us during a series of unsuccessful dates.
Insecure is much more than a slice-of-life rendering of upwardly mobile, city-dwelling black women. It's a wistful, surprisingly astute portrait of the interior lives and fantasies of those women, and it enchants as much as it cuts deeply.
While things might not be "Hella Great" for the characters, Insecure's second season premiere feels like reconnecting with an old friend, picking up right back where you left off, and immediately judging said friend for their poor life choices.