Your fratdaddy knowing that he can laugh at misogynistic TFMs all day, but if he ever treated you unkindly, he’d be ironing his own shirts and making his own sandwiches in a heartbeat. TSM.

Overusing “haha” to avoid sounding bitchy. TSM.

“Oh, I like your outfit too, except when I dress up as a frigid bitch, I try not to look so constipated.” TSM.

Always using proper grammar and punctuation in a text. TSM.

A year after graduation, my Frat Daddy became my Frat-tastic husband. After 3 years of marriage, we’re expecting our first legacy. Dreams do come true. TSM.

I’m not a slampiece, I’m a take-home-to-meet-the-fam-piece. TSM.

None of my friends got pregnant in high school. TSM.

Okay geed, you may think I “bought” my friends but at least I don’t have to take photos of myself in the bathroom just so there’s pictures of me on Facebook. TSM.

I don’t play hard to get. I am hard to get. TSM.