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

Stealing his heart, and then his composite. TSM.

I have mixed drinks about feelings. TSM.

Sweeping all the other sororities on bid day with the most perfect babies in the world. TSM.

Pulling a “Well, my sisters will be looking for me,” when you find out he has a little penis. TSM.

Every side is my good side. TSM.

Designing your favorite fraternity’s rush shirt, because you know you’ll end up walking home in one eventually. TSM.

Logging your study hours while you’re on Pinterest. TSM.

Your ex’s roommate telling you he “misses seeing you around the apartment.” TSM.

Having nicknames for each boy you’re juggling. TSM.