Paris Montgomery's: Team S.W.A.G.

I’m sitting here at the computer and every dude I see online is always talking about swag. My swag is this, my swag is that, but really what is the true definition of swag? Let me break it down for you.

Swag is me…unassuming, low-key confidence that barely shows at the surface but you know it’s there. It catches your attention because you find yourself drawn to it like a magnet. Cool conversation…not too much, just enough to make you want to be a part of it.

Swag has the ability to make others divulge information about themselves that they ordinarily wouldn’t discuss…and a dude with swag didn’t even have to ask.

Swag is pushing the right buttons, at the right time, at the right place. Knowing when to sit back and listen, reading between the lines of what others are really saying, and at the same time not tipping your hand. That’s swag.

Swag isn’t bragging about what you’re about to get…swag is already having what other dudes are bragging about.

Swag ain’t about meeting a chick at a club and hittin it on the first night. Swag is when you meet a chick at the club for the first time and she goes home that night wishing you did hit it.

Swag has the ability to bring the freak out of a classy chick and bring the class out of of freaky one. How do I know? Cause I am swag. Everytime you mention it, it’s like let letting my name slip out of your mouth.

Swag doesn’t make you a player, it just allows you to play the game with the cards you’ve been dealt and still win.

Swag is a mind-set, second nature. You don’t turn it on when you go out and turn off when you come home. Personally, I don’t care if you don’t have swag. I have enough for both of us.

Signed,

Paris Montgomery

From the time I wake up until I fall asleep.

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