I have no idea what a diamond less than two carats looks like and I don’t intend on finding out. TSM.

I’m his first priority. He’s my last resort. TSM.

The only person I’m exclusive with is my hairdresser. TSM.

Dressing for comfort. NS. Dressing for a life of comfort. TSM.

Being a Starbucks Gold member. TSM.

There’s absolutely a minimum on the size of the diamond on my engagement ring. TSM.

Stealing your boyfriend. NS. Stealing your boyfriend’s attention. TSM.

Having an irrational fear that the server will give you regular instead of Diet Coke. TSM.

Using The Notebook as a benchmark for all romantic movies…and relationships. TSM.