“Sorry. I kiss and tell.” TSM.

Catching his eye with your looks. Winning him over with your charm. TSM.

Being a regular at the craft store, right alongside the grandma quilter and coupon mom. TSM.

Canceling a date because you don’t feel like shaving your legs. TSM.

I like my men how I like my drinks: tall and strong. TSM.

Instinctively waiting an extra second after swiping right, because you know you’ll be a match. TSM.

Knowing you’ll get sent to standards. Doing it anyway. TSM.

Sisterhood trips to student health for Plan B. TSTC.

Younger girls thinking you’re scary. Your pledge class remembering you’re insane. TSM.

Convincing your boss to switch the restaurant’s t-shirts to comfort colors and frockets. TSM.

I’m not shallow. I just have impossibly high standards. TSM.

Finding out you’re “related” to your best friend on big/little reveal. TSM.

Disaffiliation being the hardest break-up you’ve ever been through. TSM.

“Clothes over bros.” -Brooke Davis. TSM.

Being a regular at standards. TSTC.

Your best friend’s big being your big’s best friend. TSM.

Falling in love with your letters even more after convention. TSM.

Too Sassy To Care. TSM.

Having the looks to marry a rich and successful man, and the brains to be rich and successful yourself. TSM.

Getting your mom hooked on TSM. TSM.