Picture this: you’re on your ultimate dream date. You can’t have Alexander Skarsgård, he’s mine. How about a young John Cusack? He’s more your type. I know you’re into the droopy eyes thing. You’re into the ones who look like they wouldn’t survive in the wild, if you know what I mean. I think you’d be at the rollerdrome because, well, it’s John Cusack’s dream date too. Not his ultimate one, though.
You’ve just finished re-telling that story about the time you stayed up until midnight to steal a geranium clipping from your elderly neighbor’s front garden. You think this naughty little anecdote would have shown off your alluring wild side, but John misheard the finale and you had to repeat yourself three times and by the time he finally got it he kinda just pretended to understand and now you have to think of something new to talk about really quick because otherwise he will notice that you just accidentally knocked his Snickers into his frozen Coke. You’re having trouble thinking though, because you’re caught up wondering if you had ever so slightly mispronounced the word ‘propagate’.
It’s for situations like these that we have started this blog. Widely known as the “Grateful Dead of lifestyle blogging”, Show me your Swagger covers all areas of fashion, health and Alexander Skarsgård. Hopefully if your third choice of dream dates ever deigns to return one of your calls, you’ll have something to say on the phone.
So keep reading. Please.
