Being the best dressed date at his formal. TSM.
Being the best dressed date at his formal. TSM.
Making sure to grab your sunglasses when leaving for a fraternity party, because you know you’ll need them the next morning for the way home. TSM.
Telling your parents that the clothes willed down to you were part of the apparel bill, so it looks like their money was more evenly distributed. TSM.
Listening to the TSM Spotify workout playlist while running a half marathon. TSM.
Do I like him or do I like the attention? TSM.
Converting him from an “ass man” to a “boob man” as soon as he slides into second. TSM.
Being the best dressed at someone else’s graduation. TSM.
Organizing your closet by items that are monogrammed and items that need to be. TSM.
Making a quilt out of all your shack shirts. TSM.
Pregaming your test. TSM.
Coming home from spring break to find a brand new SL 550 Mercedes Benz in the garage. TSM.
“Do you even own anything that doesn’t have your letters on it?!” TSM.
Only knowing which day of the week it is over summer break because of your birth control. TSM.
Spending more time getting ready for the first night of recruitment than you do for a first date. TSM.
Having a formal date option from each of the best fraternities on campus. TSM.
The amount of effort you put into your outfit directly correlating with the number of top tier fraternity men in your classes that day. TSM.
Thinking of Lorelai and Rory Gilmore as big and little. TSM.
Wearing white after Labor Day to your standards meeting to show them you’re a rebel who doesn’t play by the rules. TSM.
Using the same shade of makeup all year long, because you’re always perfectly tanned. TSM.
So reckless and free, that I’ve got GreekRanks on me. TSM.