Exclusively dating frat boys, the only exception being D1 athletes. TSTC.

Lipstick stains on your handle. TSM.

Pep talks before drastic hair changes. TSM.

“On Wednesdays, we drink pink.” TSM.

Blackout Barbie. TSTC.

Having a famous butt. TSM.

Getting Facebook messages from four different guys the moment your Facebook status says single. TSM.

Picture perfect patriot. TSM.

When your address book is basically the Greek system yellow pages. TSM.

Using him for his comfy bed. TSM.

It’s not bitchy if you’re honest. TSM.

Planning your work schedule around your social life. TSM.

You’re not having a good hair day unless a stranger hits on you. TSM.

The liquor store being your first stop once you get back to school. TSM.

Painting your toes before going to the OB-GYN because if you have to go, then your feet might as well look pretty. TSM.

Oops. He’s really into me. TSM.

Being the reason glitter is no longer allowed during Greek Week. TSTC.

“Would you like to know what’s on draft tonight?”
“No.” TSM.

Making sure to wear letters on a day you feel like being nice to people. TSM.

The V-Day countdown for a boyfriend just hit me. TSM.