Deciding which underwear to wear based on who’s going to be there. TSM.

I’ll keep flirting because he keeps buying drinks. TSM.

Actually looking genetically related to your big. TSM.

The Sunday morning internal debate on whether to apologize for last night or pretend it never happened. TSM.

The best nights are generally the worst for your jewelry collection. TSM.

The t-shirt being the only proof you went to an event, because your memory is serving useless. TSM.

He may not have a six pack, but he does have a trust fund, and that’s kind of better, you know? TSM.

Deciding whether to bring your phone charger out with you at night based on the color of his responses. TSM.

Knowing when to put in full effort and when not to give a shit. TSM.