I have a magnet on my fridge that says, "No, you can't buy me a drink, but you can give me the five dollars you were going to spend on it." Side note: No one has offered to buy me a drink in a long time....but when the unicorn moment would happen back in my singlin' and minglin' days, I'd usually have a cynical look on my face and say, "Why are you buying me a drink? Does this mean I have to sit here and drink with you? Wait. Am I being roofied? OMG. I'm being roofied" I would then likely freak out, stand up from my bar stool and dramatically proclaim, "Roofied! I'm being roofied!" And then I'd run over to my friends playing Buck Hunter and miss my free drink opportunity entirely. I sucked at flirting. Thank goodness Jesse was charmed by my wit and sarcasm via the internet before having to meet me at a bar.
Tonight we watched the Valentines episode where Liz and Criss are together, and Liz finally has a decent chance at a drama free day. Of course she's still Liz, and therefore still resistant given her Valentine's Day track record. Criss urges her to see past that, and embrace what they have. And at the end of the episode there was a poignant part where it not only made me realize again the similarities between Ms. Lemon and I, but also how similar Jesse and Criss are.
I am copying this from an article by The New Yorker, posted by Emily Nussbaum. It was her article titled, In Defense of Liz Lemon, because apparently several critics of 30 Rock were disappointed in the direction the writers were taking Liz's character in the final season.
On Valentine’s Day, she and Criss have a fight at IKEA and she assumes they’ve broken up. Instead, when she goes home, he’s made dinner. “You wanted a table, I wasn’t super-helpful, who cares?” he says. “I tend to care,” she admits. “I let little things ruin stuff. I stopped shopping at Kmart because I found out Kathy Ireland didn’t design any of her signature socks.” Liz tells him that, at forty-one, she can finally change, but Criss thinks that’s ridiculous. “Eh, why bother. You can get mad at dumb stuff, that’s your thing. I’ll get over it, that’s my thing. It’s kind of perfect.” And he gives her a table he made from a Herman Cain poster and fallen branches from Riverside Park.
Yep. That's most certainly, 100%, without a doubt Jesse and Lauren. I freak out over dumb stuff. It's my thing. Jesse gets over it. That's his thing. I'm his loopy Liz. He's my cool as a cucumber Criss. For the next million forevers.