Fabulously late. TSM.

Dancing totally inappropriately to music that was inspired by a struggle you’ll never understand. TSM.

The “Oh, you’re so pretty!” when you finally meet his mom. TSM.

Consistently crossing lines, but always with grace. TSM.

The “go get ’em” pat on his tie when you finish tying it. TSM.

Having to consciously restrain yourself from talking about boys and booze during recruitment. TSM.

Waiting for everyone else to cheer before you do at football games. TSM.

Your heart skipping a beat when your dad disingenuously says he’s quitting his job after a bad day at work. TSM.

Your dad calling about outrageous charges on your credit card at the beginning of every fall semester. TSM.

Demanding to be wined and dined…mostly wined. TSM.