That awkward moment when he’s so desperate he asks for a hand job. TSM.

Talking to a boy you have no intention of sleeping with for an hour, because he keeps buying free shots. TSM.

Even when we’re wrong, we’re right. TSM.

Always being the iron in monopoly. TSM.

XS formal dress, XL formal shirt. TSM.

Telling people you’re “expecting,” because you’re getting a little this fall. TSM.

Cheap wine and expensive perfume. TSM.

Your Starbucks order being the same as your boyfriend order: a tall, hot blonde. TSM.

Yelling “She doesn’t even go here!” to the one sister who gets overly emotional in chapter. TSM.

Your sorority’s mascot being your most used emoji. TSM.

Your big telling you she’s proud of you the first time you get caught stealing alcohol from your parents. TSM.

Passive aggressively “liking” something just so they know you know. TSM.

Selecting IFC officers based on who would be the most fun to party with at conferences. TSM.

Feeling a weird sense of pride in the legitimacy of your friendship when your best friend’s ex-boyfriend unfriends you on Facebook so she can’t use your account to stalk. TSM.

The higher the heels, the easier it is to look down on your rivals. TSM.

Wearing your letters to the gym and making sure you don’t workout hard enough to sweat. TSM.

Having an entire drawer of koozies that you “found.” TSM.

Making him watch the entire movie before he gets some. TSM.

Craft? Yes, any time. Kraft? No, I’m a better cook than that. TSM.

Running into at least two sisters during every Hobby Lobby trip. TSM.