#NerdsUnite: On Bonding, The Bachelor and Getting Deeper.

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Liz. She's an interFASHIONal badass currently working in the social space. She's super passionate about all things hair, and my or may not be sweating while she is tweeting. Wait, no - that came out wrong ... I mean chicks sweat and all, but dudes don't really want to know that ... they just think we "glisten." I don't mean to still be talking - shut up Jen. HIT IT LIZ!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @welovedates

I realize that some of you are rolling your eyes right now and thinking some version of “This is going to be an epic waste of my time”, and I mean, yeah yeah it might be.

However.

If I'm going to be forced to watch this show, you're going to be forced to read about it.  See, my boyfriends mom and I watched the first episode of this season together, and she was really into it-talking shit on the girls in her strong Eastern European accent, questioning their fashion choices, telling me in no uncertain terms that Ben the Bachelor basically sucks and I am oh so lucky to have her son.   She was more entertaining than the show, clearly.  Anyway, ever since ithen t's become our super cute bonding thing.  She calls me to talk about each show and sends me emails with links to gossip sites during the week.  I finally feel like we have something to talk about.

I just laughed at how pathetic that last sentence made me sound.  Hey, you take what you can get and I'm excited that we have something, no matter how trivial, to bring us together. It's surface...but it's helping me get deeper.

My boyfriend's parents are from, as he says “The old country”...they are full of old school traditions and culture and are so different from my born and raised L.A parents.  I know that they love me, but I also sure as hell know that they simply don't understand whatsoever how the hell their beloved youngest son met me.  Online?  The Internet?  What is this online dating that you speak of?  Sounds shady...it's probably a scam.

As with most things, it's probably all in my head.  They're a lot more progressive and understanding then I give them credit for, and I came out of the womb overanalyzing everything. But still...I'm watching the Bachelor tonight so I can laugh about it with my boyfriends mom in the morning.  Tonight, the Bachelor is more important than the GOP debate (both pretty stupid if ya ask me....), oh and also?  I hope these girls just keep getting crazier and crazier because in the morning when I'm talking to her, I can't wait to say “Why yep, I met your son on the scary internet, but at least it wasn't on a reality show.”

#thatisall

Click here to follow Liz on twitter and check out her blog over yonder!

Oh and oh oh oh! She is currently asking for peeps to take a survey on dating. Click here if you wanna take part in it. I mean come on, why wouldn't you, right? Just freaking do it already!! ::sigh::

#NerdsUnite: Dear Liz, stop fighting so dirty and other notes to self.

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Liz. She's an interFASHIONal badass currently working in the social space. She's super passionate about all things hair, and my or may not be sweating while she is tweeting. Wait, no - that came out wrong ... I mean chicks sweat and all, but dudes don't really want to know that ... they just think we "glisten." I don't mean to still be talking - shut up Jen. HIT IT LIZ!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @welovedates

I'm having the hardest time writing this, because I just keep getting that song by the completely (ir)relevant band “Lit” stuck in my head...you might know the one, “My Own Worst Enemy”, which if you happened to grow up in Orange County or L.A like I did, you will know because KROQ used to play it on repeat and probably still does.

I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over the weekend, which I usually don't like to talk about because it is usually all my fault I don't like to dwell on such negativity and in the grand scheme of things, our fights are few and far between.

However, I fight like a bitch.  A defensive, cold, Latina bitch.  I get it, I know where it comes from, I've figured it out, I've cracked the code-It's all my parents fault, duh. Obviously, it's all a defense mechanism.  Obviously, I don't mean all the shitty things I say sometimes.  Obviously, I love you!  Obviously, I give people dating advice all day long, I know I shouldn't act like this! Obviously, right?

But one look at my boyfriends face after I delivered a perfectly timed, perfectly worded, fucking nasty one liner made me realize that no, in fact, it's not so obvious. 

Not obvious at all, actually. 

And I knew something had to change, because being “right” or “tough” felt absolutely horrible.  The fight I was really having wasn't with him, it was with myself.

Perhaps this means that I'm finally growing up...hmmm doubtful.  So, more likely, maybe I've finally met a guy who actually makes me want to be a better person.  I've heard that line said in romantic comedies and it's just adorable, but what the hell does it really mean?  For me, it's easy.  If my silly defense mechanism and the pseudo tough girl attitude I get when I'm scared causes me to hurt someone I love, then I'd rather be scared.  I'd rather be terrified, open, vulnerable and weak. 

I'd rather wave my white flag, and open the door than slam it in his face before he even says anything.

I don't know.  Maybe all this yoga and meditation I'm doing and holistic mumbo jumbo is working or maybe it's just too exhausting to hold my guard up all the time?  Sometimes I have to keep reminding myself that there is nothing to be afraid of.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

#thatisall

Click here to follow Liz on twitter and check out her blog over yonder!

#NerdsUnite: Holy cow, @itsunbeweavable

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Liz. She's an interFASHIONal badass currently working in the social space. She's super passionate about all things hair, and my or may not be sweating while she is tweeting. Wait, no - that came out wrong ... I mean chicks sweat and all, but dudes don't really want to know that ... they just think we "glisten." I don't mean to still be talking - shut up Jen. HIT IT LIZ!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @itsunbeweavable

Hello lovers.

Let's get the boring stuff out of the way, shall we?  I'm Liz, I live in LA, and I'm reality show watching, baileys on ice drinking, shower singing nerd.

Why so nerdy?

Like a good lil nerd, I work in social media, most specifically blogging for and pimping out We Love Dates, a worldwide online dating site.  Yep, worldwide.  So if you have a thing for a guy with an accent, this just might be your lucky day.

I met my boyfriend online, which I don't care what anyone says, will always be a bit weird to say at family functions. Like, my grandma will never really understand online dating and attempting to explain the whole thing always turns awkward, because while she has no idea what email is, she's certainly seen To Catch A Predator on Dateline NBC quite a few times. 

Anyway, I love the guy.  I had been on a ton of online dates, and was getting pretty frustrated with the whole thing.  But I've been a smitten kitten from the moment we met in person, and our relationship makes my job writing about online dating easy...I'm like a damn walking online dating commercial. It's probably really annoying to be my friend.

That's not to say all of my experiences have been all unicorns and butterflies.  Quite the contrary, so I hope y’all will commiserate with me when I share some of the worst.  Sharing is caring.

This brings us to reason #56733 why I'm a nerd. I say “y’all” in blog posts, and I'm a born and raised half Colombian California girl.  It's completely ridiculous, but I can't stop.

Sidenote-When my boyfriend and I were going through those lovely early circle jerk phases of dating-you know, where you tend to turn a bit psycho and panic “why hasn't he texted me back for six minutes, should I text him and ask if he's ok?”* I would jump in my car and drive around West Hollywood playing one specific Taylor Swift song over and over and OVER and singing my anxiety ridden lil heart out.

So, I mean, obviously I'm a catch.

*It's never ok to text a guy who isn't responding and ask if he's ok.  He's fine. Put your phone down and pick up a glass of wine instead. 

Let's have some fun-I'm looking forward to getting all kinds of nerdy with ya'll.  In the mean time, check We Love Dates out on Twitter and Facebook for more of my complete over-shares.

#kthxbye

Click here to follow Liz on twitter and check out her blog over yonder!