Girls always told me, “he doesn’t do girlfriends.” 5 months later, relationship request. TSM.

“Where’d you get that?” “Oh, a little boutique in my hometown.” TSM.

“Sweetie, don’t be flattered. I’m not staring because you look good.” TSM.

“Thanks So Much!” TSM.

Not weighing enough to turn on the passenger airbag in my boyfriend’s Tahoe. TSM.

Year-round tan, five year plan. TSM.

“I love us.” TSM.

Debating whether to love Taylor Swift for her contributons to my iTunes or hate her for being a geed and hating girls like me. TSM.

Celebrating your period. NS. Expecting your frathubby’s legacy. TSM.