Feeling frustrated when you make a booty call and all he wants to do is talk. This is not why I texted you at 2am. TSTC.

Being halfway into your first semester in a sorority and already buying things for your little. TSM.

Singing your sorority drinking song every time you’re drunk with one or more sisters. TSM.

The bartender making your signature drink as soon as he sees you walk through the door. TSM.

Running to the other side of the group picture just to be on your good side. TSM.

Making it clear to your little that she is not allowed to love her little more than she loves you. TSM.

Getting “cuddling with strippers because it’s cold in the drunk tank, but it’s okay, because they were super nice” drunk. TSTC.

Lost both earrings. Must have been a good night. TSM.

“Hey, uhhh, I have glitter on my dick.” TSM.

Only agreeing to be a guy’s homecoming date if he finds a date for your big. TSM.

A romper is the modern day chastity belt. TSM.

Me: *breathes*
Standards: There’s a Panhellenic rule against that. TSM.

Stress eating all the candy you bought your little, because Clue Week is the biggest life stressor you’ve known to date. TSM.

Knowing you’ll be finding glitter in your apartment until the time you move out because of Halloween costume crafting. TSM.

Agreeing to shack it so you can see his puppy. TSM.

The local high school girls dressing up as your sorority for Halloween. TSM.

Being a worse influence on your little than your big was on you. TSM.

“Who even preffed her?” TSM.

Skipping class to finish making your Halloween costume. TSM.

Taking an art class to prepare for big little week. TSM.