That awkward moment when you realize you have feelings for the “wrong” person and try to share them.
But it all comes out totally wrong.
Two different genres. Two different settings. Two similar confessions. And two totally different outcomes.
Who botched said it better?
Consider the original confession from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice:
Now check out how well it went for Michael and Jan from The Office:
Eerily similar, right? Jan IS Mr. Darcy! Am I right?
So who botched it better?