The automatic “You’re prettier. Not even just because you’re my friend.” TSM.

Mixed signals call for mixed drinks. TSM.

Matching your underwear to your bow. TSM.

Getting a power-point from his best friend as you leave the frat house the morning after. TSM.

No, Diet Pepsi is not okay. TSM.

Stealing his heart, and then his composite. TSM.

“Oops!” being the universal code for “I don’t give a shit.” TSTC.

Crushing the patriarchy in pearls and a sundress. TSM.