Wanting to post a wildly hilarious picture, but not doing it because it’s also wildly inappropriate. TSM.
Wanting to post a wildly hilarious picture, but not doing it because it’s also wildly inappropriate. TSM.
The tanning salon associates knowing you by name, lotion, and time in the bed. TSM.
“Oh, no thanks. I gave up solid food for Lent.” TSM.
Seeing a pretty girl dressed up walking on campus and wondering which sorority she’s in. TSM.
Being so intentionally passive-aggressive that he actually thinks you’re being nice. TSM.
“What do you mean it’s not okay to order lobster on the first date?” TSM.
Not wanting to make another Pinterest board, but knowing it’s necessary. TSM.
Well-bred, well-read, and absolutely phenomenal in bed. TSM.
I don’t break up, I trade up. TSM.
Thirsty Thursdays lead to even thirstier Fridays. TSM.
Pretending to be allergic when a GDI hits on you while walking his dog, then completely obsessing over your favorite fraternity’s frathound minutes later. TSM.
Having the best signature philanthropy event on campus. TSM.
Feeling abandoned the second your little sends you a friend request from your grandlittle’s parody Facebook account. TSM.
People think the only bottoms I own are leggings and Norts. TSM.
I don’t have a drinking problem, I only drink when I socialize. I have a socializing problem. TSM.
Keeping a tally of all the people you make out with in a drunken tequila state over spring break. TSM.
Knowing everything that happens in your little’s life, even when you’re apart. TSM.
That glowing feeling you get the first time she introduces you to her friends as her big. TSM.
Realizing just how great your chapter advisor is when you start running into her at pint night. TSM.
Worrying that the guy you end up marrying will ruin your monogram. TSM.