From the economically unrealistic loft apartment they inhabit to Schmidt's clumsy and unrequited affection for CeCe; from Nick Miller's intriguingly shaped nose and the way he moonwalks out of rooms to how Winston shouts lines when he is impassioned.
I love it.
I want to play True American and take a shower in their unisex bathroom. I want to drink beer in the afternoon on their roof and yes, I even love the Deschanel, and I want her to throw me a birthday party when it's not my birthday because I am sad and she thinks it will cheer me up.
I want her to make me a cake and sing me slightly out of tune inappropriate songs about my tangled love life or confusing job situation or how great I would look with bangs, and I want it now.
These feelings are as shocking to me as they are to you.
I didn't want to love The New Girl.
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