Lately, I have been in a slump. I came to my blog several times these last few weeks, attempted to write a few posts, but was never satisfied with anything that was coming out. At first I just chucked it up to watching too many consecutive episodes of Criminal Minds. Then I realized that was just crazy talk. I mean how could I blame anything on a show with Shemar Moore (am I right or am I right). Then I thought that my writer's block was the result of ingesting too many Pop Chips these last few weeks. Not to go all commercially on you swingglers, but Pop Chips are these amazing new chips that aren't baked, aren't fried, they are popped!! What the hell does this mean and/or have to do with this post? Nothing much, but it does mean that you can eat like 22 of these delicious chips and it will only cost you 100 calories. Win, win. So obviously, this was not the problem.
I racked my brain trying to figure out why blogging, something that usually comes so naturally to me (like coloring in between the lines, drinking beer really fast, or eating a pound of licorice in one sitting...ask any or my friends, I can really do these things well), was now starting to be a challenge (like the Double Dare kind). Distressed, I thought I had lost my edge. I usually always have self deprecating or other people deprecating things to say. Had I, Stephanie Ann Swinggle grown vanilla? Did I lose my sass? Then I had an epiphany!! No, I had not invented the world's first over the shoulder boulder holder....yeah I just really wanted to put that line in something because I love it (thanks for indulging me); rather, I was having a dry spell.
What is a dry spell? Well, swingglers. A dry spell is best described as my entire adolescence and sporadic parts of my adult life. More specifically, a dry spell is when one single person (ala me) does not have any other meetings, dates, interactions, talks, or messages with any other individual of the opposite sex for quite some time. It hasn't been a full out dry spell, but it has been pretty barren. Let's just say cobwebs may be starting to form in really weird places and where those places are, I will let you use your imagination.
I went on the no-name date a few weeks ago. I thought it went really well. He was really funny and awkward. He could form sentences together and we had a three hour coffee date. I thought we hit it off. I mean, even the SS Minno couldn't withstand a 3 hour tour, but I was sure we were destined for greatness. Well, he told me had back-to-back work trips, one involving European travel over the next few weeks. We ended things with a hug and a "I'm not sure when I will be back verbalization." I followed this up with a cleverly composed, "I had fun email." I have since lost all ground control. The rational part of me thinks 1) He just wasn't that into me. 2) He was into me, but really is on a trip. 3) Got hit by a car right after our date and is in the hospital unable to call, email, text, or form sentences any longer. The crazy part of me thinks: 1) He really has a whole other family which is the reason he is having to take these long "trips" 2) He was an ex-boyfriend dressed up in a new man suit to torture me 3) He was a zombie or serial killer so who cares. : )
With him gone, I really haven't had much going on. I had one gentleman email me to ask about the "mysteriously amazing waterfall" in the background of one of my profile pictures and inquire where the location of it was because he had "never seen it before." Yeah, it was a picture of me at Niagra Falls. Then I have the assortment of 50-year-olds asking if I want to meet for an "encounter." I am still facebook friends with one of my internet cuties that never amounted to anything. I'm not sure what happened with that one. One minute he is giving me his number and texting a lot. We become facebook friends and then, BAM! POW! KAZAM! We stop talking. I still totally creep him, but that's cool. He'll probably be in a relationship in a week. Right now, it is just me and my cobwebs. : )