Alright, let’s break down how I dug into this whole Daisy Edgar-Jones and Paul Mescal situation. Saw folks going wild online speculating if they’re a couple now after Normal People, so I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.
First Things First
Cracked open my laptop around 10 PM last night. Started with their official Instagram pages. Scrolled through years of Paul’s feed – dude mostly posts music, random sunset pics, and friends. Zero trace of Daisy. Her page’s all glitzy events and nature stuff. No cozy shots together anywhere. Felt like a dead end already.
Rabbit Hole Time
Jumped onto YouTube next. Watched every damn interview from their 2020 press tour marathon-style. Noticed two things: one, their chemistry slapped harder than my grandma’s flip-flops – but two? Always felt like coworkers hyping each other up. Typed “Daisy Paul red carpet” and binged every video clip. High-fives? Tons. Arm-over-shoulder bro hugs? Yeah. But that intimate whisper-close energy? Nah. Not buying it.
Then came the gossip sites. Three tabs deep into celebrity rumor mills at 2 AM when my coffee went cold. Found exactly:
- 2019: A shady tweet calling them “lowkey dating” – zero proof.
- 2020: Pap shots of them laughing outside some London pub… with five other crew members.
- 2022: Daisy gushing about Paul’s talent in Vogue – “amazing friend” bolded twice.
The Real Tea
Checked Paul’s tagged photos. Spotted him chilling with his actual girlfriend, musician Phoebe Bridgers, holding hands at Coachella last year. Daisy’s been spotted with some mystery guy in hiking gear too. Fan forums had meltdowns claiming they hide romance for privacy, but c’mon – if they were together, why’d they miss each other’s birthday posts every single year?
My final nail in the coffin? Rewatched that Variety Actors on Actors chat. Paul calls Daisy “a dear pal,” and she nods grinning like he just said the sky’s blue. Felt that friendzone energy radiating through the screen. Case closed.
Truth is, they clearly vibed making art together, then dipped into separate lives. We all want that Connell-Marion fairy tale, but sometimes the magic stays onscreen. And yeah, might’ve wasted three hours confirming what we kinda knew already – but hey, that’s the internet rabbit hole life.
