The male barista at Starbucks paying for your drink while your boyfriend waits outside in the car. TSM.
The male barista at Starbucks paying for your drink while your boyfriend waits outside in the car. TSM.
Sharing a birthday with the royal baby. TSM.
The excitement you get when you write your first letter of recommendation for the gorgeous, little girl you babysat growing up. TSM.
Holding the top of the beer bong being one of your duties as a little. TSM.
Refusing to use anything but your Greek letters for your lock screen. TSM.
Having a koozie for every drink and every occasion. TSM.
Wondering why the Rowdy Gentlemen coozies are filled with soda. TSM.
The first thing out of your mouth when a guy asks you tell him something about yourself being “Well, I’m in a sorority…” TSM.
Having to decide between watching the Olympics or “Keeping Up With The Kardashians.” TSM.
Being able to play flip cup with your tongue. TSM.
Winning pledge of the year and life of the party at the same banquet. TSM.
Coordinating your outfit to match your luggage. TSM.
Doing lunges while holding a glass of wine. TSM.
Top of the class by day, top of the bar by night. TSM.
Communicating with your little on every for of social media because you miss her so much while she’s abroad. TSM.
In Greek world, recruitment is the one week a year when you can be totally unpanhellenic and none of the other sororities can say anything else about it. TSM.
Convincing him to make you a sandwich because you spent all of your grocery money on alcohol. TSM.
Deciding to get your masters, because you still have a whole pinterest board of cap ideas that you didn’t get to use. TSM.
Logging into his Snapchat so frequently he thinks the app is bugged. TSM.
Your nail color matching your vibrator, perfectly. TSM.