#ThatAwkwardMomentWhen: You discover you're allergic to body paint ... after it is on

Yo mom and dad - most of these posts for the next ... however long ... are prolly not going to be kosher. This one in particular you're def not going to want to read. 

Don't worry though, I'm still a virgin. K bye. 

Hi friends. 

So, a few weeks back I got invited to Playboy's Masquerade party at the Playboy Mansion. People take a LOT of pictures at Playboy parties, so it got me thinking that this could be a good opportunity for one of my sponsors. 

Since I've been wearing MessageMe shirts for the last month or so ...  

I thought they might be an AWESOME fit for the opportunity. I then hit up one of the founders and sent the most inappropriate email ever ... 

Moments later I got the thumbs up, so all was good in the hood. (And FREAKING CONGRATS on hitting 1 million users this week!! 12 days!!! SO NUTS!!) 

I then spent the afternoon picking out my outfit to go along with the body paint, and once I was settled I went to spin class. 

Spinning is now my COMPLETE disconnect from the universe. It's non-negotiable, I go every day, and I want nothing to do with ANYONE while I am there. It's my thing ... my jam ... my little meditation session that no one else can be a part of. 

Because I still use my iPhone as my music player though a notification or two might sneak in. 

I see an update from Facebook telling me that my password has been changed. 

My ears perked up like Scooby as my mouth vaguely produced Arrrr???? 

I then RAAANNNNNNNNNNN home as fast as my legs could carry me assuming someone was fucking with my account and I needed to isolate whatever it was they were doing. 

I pull up Facebook on my Macbook Pro Retina and see that I've violated their photo policy. 

Someone reported this photo that I had screenshot of SOMEONE ELSE'S default on a dating site. He was dissecting some random cadaver and it was one of the oddest  but coolest things I had seen on any dating site. 

This was MONTHS ago, I thought staring at the acceptance of the policy violation. 

Bastard, whoever reported this. 

Facebook then told me I would not be able to use it's service for the next 72 hours. 

Talk about a universal disconnect for someone like me, I thought. 

Obviously the situation sucked balls all around, but what were my options? I just had to take it like a woah-man. 

It got me thinking though, that for the Playboy party I was going to, I should just privately message photos to users on MessageMe instead of posting on Facebook. They're going to be insanely naughty and I don't know what it is going to be like getting banned twice in a week. The LAST thing I want to do is lose my Facebook account as it is also part of my business. 

Dually noted, I thought. 

Then, on Tuesday I hit the peak of frustration.  

I was super stressed, super edgy, and super ... out of it. Even our trivia team said how tired I looked. Sure, my schedule is kinda nutty right now, but I THRIVE when I live on the edge. Why all of the sudden am I becoming a wreck? I thought. 

I was then reminded of this nagging-ness that I felt surrounding the book The Drama of the Gifted Child. I KNEW the universe was pointing me to read it again, but the acceptance of being back in "that place" was EXTREMELY hard for my ego to process. 

I then stayed up til 4 am writing out this post. 

Normally, the day after I write something like that I get really tired, I want to isolate, and I'm overall just kinda in this weird "zone." What surprised me, was that for the FIRST TIME in at least a few weeks, I finally felt "rested." It was as if this angst and anxiety came straight from my inner child who was just shouting for attention and because I kept saying how busy I was and didn't want to deal with it, it just kept going and going and going. 

My mom called me shortly after she read it, and I kindly told her I didn't want to discuss it with her. 

This has nothing to do with you, I reminded her. I love you, I respect you, but this is for me and for this anger that is still inside of me that I HAVE to let go of. 

I was running to a meeting, so I told her I had to go. While I was in the car though, I cranked up Michael Jackson's Scream and decided to SSSCCRRREEEAMMMMMMMM my little heart out. 

I screamed for the annoyance of having to STILL deal with these emotions. 

I screamed for this inner child that my intellectual brain doesn't want to deal with. 

I screamed for ... me. 

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. I kept saying over and over. 

<tangent> Two best parts about having my car back are 1) being able to scream or sing my heart out with no one listening. 2) drive thrus. Never underestimate the awesomeness of being handed something without you having to get out of your car. </tangent>

Moments later, I was snapped back to reality via a text message from the dude I met in traffic asking me out for a date on Thursday. 

Let's do it, I texted back. 

I had spent almost all week at that point searching for someone to do face/body paint and by Thursday I had found just what I was looking for. 

I've never done this before, I explained to the woman. Do you mind if we test out some of the designs first? It's going to be for a sponsor and I want to make sure it's SUPER classy and not just oh, hey, these are my boobs. 

She started laughing, and said not a problem and I could come right over. 

I then popped on over to her studio, and for a few hours we tested out facial designs in addition to some of the lettering for the shirt. 

This is great, I said to her. It's thicker than I thought and while it shows your shape obvi it's not all BOOBBBBSSS!!! RIGHT HERE!!! BOOOBBBSSSS!!! 

I gave her some money for the cost of her materials and popped back into my car to head back to WeHo for my date. 

Hitting typical LA traffic I got home later than I anticipated. 

FUUUCCKKKK, I thought. I still have to get ready. 

I finally arrived home 10 minutes prior to his scheduled arrival time and I SSCCRRUUUUBBBEEDDDDD that shit off like it was mah job. 

My face feeling slightly raw and potentially still covered in ... something ... was finally makeup friendly and moving out the door to greet my date. 

I then got in his car (the one he was driving when I met him) and started laughing. This looks familiar, I said. 

Same one, he said with his killer smile. 

We then went over to the Arclight to see the movie Spring Breakers. 

I thought the trailer definitely looked interesting, but since I never go to the actual movie theater anymore my opinion past that was sort of moot. 

Since the Showtime app on his iphone got the time wrong, we decided to pop over to grab a drink before the movie at the little cafe they have there. 

As he went up to get me a glass of wine, I noticed my twitter bud Liam sitting in the corner. 

I went up to him saying howdy with a hug and a high five. 

We chatted for a few minutes. It's been years since we've seen each other but because we're friends in social media you have somewhat of an idea what people are up to. 

My date then came back, and I went back to our table. 

Sorry about that, I said pulling out the stool. A twitter bud of mine is over there. 

How did you recognize him? he asked. 

Because we met IRL for the first time at Comic Con a few years back. I let him use my pass. 

He stared at me for a second. 

Then said, that is the hottest thing I've ever heard a girl say. 

I laughed thinking, the dude I met in traffic gets it, but go to a bar and men look at me like I have 70 heads. Being in tech is not a value add to the Hollywood bar scene. 

We then saw the movie, which I'm not quite sure how I felt about it. It was SUPER slow in the beginning. Like crazy, crazy slow ... but I liked the photography, and how ... weird ... it was. 

We chatted in the car all the way back talking about it. 

This might be this next generations Showgirls, I said. 

We continued the discussion, and I shan't talk about anything else discussed. It's that whole intimacy thing I'm working on. Awwww yeah. 

I went to bed pretty early, but was stoked because Friday was going to be the ONLY day this week I could sleep in. My first meeting wasn't until the afternoon, and to have my roomie gone and this ... silence ... is truly spectacular. (ESPECIALLY considering the lack of sleep I have been getting because I wasn't listening to my inner child. Stupid inner child.)

As life would have it though, sweet sweet sleep evaded me once again as instead of swimming in a sea of silence I was jolted from my sleep by the sound of helicopters. 

<tangent> You don't fuck around with helicopters in LA FYI. 9/10 times it's just a bad traffic accident, but you never know when there could be some sort of crazy hostage situation, or the time I threw my dinner party and had the meth lab explode down the street. </tangent> 

I immediately popped on Twitter to check WeHoDaily's twitter feed (the BEST reporting at ANYTHING happening in Weho/ Hollywood. From a traffic blip, to gun shots ... all there.) and saw that Ashley Green's condo had caught fire. 

Not much else had been reported at that time, but the helicopters were DEAFENING. 

As I stepped away from my computer, I went to touch my face and noticed that the sensitive skin around my eyes hurt A LOT. 

Fuck, I thought, as I had difficulty blinking. This shit HURTS!!!! 

I grabbed my iphone and turned on the camera feature to front face and noticed that my eyes were REALLY red. Like dragon lady red. 

NOOOOOOO, I thought. I must be allergic to that face paint. 

I then looked down at my chest where she had placed the body paint. 

All on my neck and right about my boobs was BRIGHT red and splotchy with spotted hives. 

Yep, definitely allergic, I said going over to the mirror for confirmation. 

I took this last night. My chest cleared up faster than my face. 

There goes my career as a stripper for Avatar themed parties, I thought. 

I found out btw, that all you need to do when you have a reaction like this (as long as you're still breathing and obvi not in need of EXTREME medical attention), is wash the affected area, towel blot it, and put on a pea size of cortisone where you need it. 

Because I am a magnet for mosquitos, I happened to have cortisone on me, so it was just an epic win all around. 

I decided to then cancel the body painter, but my brain went into HYPER active mode figuring out what I was going to wear instead. 

I wanted something to stay consistent with their branding while being definitely sexual since it is the Playboy Mansion. 

I rooted through my closet and found the PERFECT outfit. 

WHIIICCHHHHHH I will be debuting later today. Not now. It's only 2pm you freak a leaks!! Besides, I have a meeting I have to run to in just a bit and I can't exactly show up naked to it. 

Wait, I take it back, I don't think the guys will mind. 

So, there you go. Lesson learned ... test all body painting for not only design purposes, but potential allergic reactions. 

I'm SUPER grateful that my face calmed down today. Being able to blink again without being in pain is awesome!!!! Guess that's something I won't take for granted anymore. SPECTACULAR since it's kinda something you do a lot of in life. 

Off I go!! 

Want to see the outfit for tonight's party? Friend me on Facebook. 

Want to see the private & will not be released photos of the party? Download the app MessageMe and here's my pin ... 

I'll send the photos to anyone that messages me between the hours of 8pm - 1am PST. 

Argh! I'm so stoked, man. I meet the most INTERESTING people at the mansion. The men are SO NICE and chill. 

Here we go!! W00t! 

#nerdsunite

#ThatAwkwardMomentWhen: You meet a guy on a plane and end up staying out with him until 2 am

 Yep. That happened. 

At least it wasn't like my last 4 Vegas trips that all involved hookers. Seriously, FOUR Vegas trips in 6 months all with ladies of the evening. ::smh:: 

Anywho ... earlier this week I was speaking at the fabulous #SMSsummit in Vegas which was produced by a very dear friend of mine Ms. Amanda Vanderpool. 

The conference itself was GREAT! I had such a fun time getting to meet so many people and hearing so much about their lives and their trials and errors in social media.

The primary attendees were all from different big brands so it was super cool to get to see the other side of the coin and how these people were using new media in general. Here in LA, we eat.sleep.and.breathe. it. Sometimes though, when you're THAT ensconced in something you're too close to it. I love it when I get to take a step back and ask others what they use and find helpful in marketing. (This helps in predicting trends, FYI. You HAVE to keep an ear to the ground ... ALWAYS.) 

Either way, once everything from the first day was wrapped I decided to tweet out to see what everyone was up to ... 

That tweet then became a hit at the conference as a bunch of people then @replied me and a handful even DMed. 

One of the peeps was a dude by the name of LaMonte. He then came over to the area where I was working and we struck up a conversation. 

You're from LA? he asked. 

Yep! I said back.

Do you know Jason Okuma? he asked. He's a very smart guy and also a speaker that's from your neck of the woods. 

No, I said, but I'd love to meet him if you can point him out! 

Not a problem, he said. 

The sessions then ended and everyone met up at a sponsored mixer. 

LaMonte walks back over to me as I am getting a drink. 

Jen, he said, this is Jason. 

Hello!! I said shaking his hand. I've heard a lot about you!!!

That's great, he said back. Where are you from? 

LA, I replied. 

Awesome! So you know so and so and so and so?

Yep, yep, and yep, I replied. 

You must be in the Silicon Beach scene then. 

Absolutely, I admitted. I can't get enough of how awesome the LA tech community is. I've lived in LA for 9 years and to watch everything explode in just the last few years has been quite beautiful. This is the greatest time to be alive, I said. 

I totally agree, he said. 

We then swapped stories talking about what we've each done and where we both want to go. 

This is great, he said. I really like you. 

ME TOO!! I said back. You've got great energy. 

Here let's take a picture, he said. I want to tweet it out. 

Never one to shy away from a camera I immediately struck a pose in my super schmexy MessageMe tee ... 

After Jason and I kicked it, I then manifested an adventure for the evening putzing around on the strip solo. 

I struck up two awesome conversations with guys in town for a concrete convention, but both of them couldn't stop staring at my sponsored MessageMe tee. 

What's MessageMe about asked one of the guys? 

Fancy you should ask, I replied. It enhances the messaging experience. You can send music clips, draw doodles - it's a fun way to chat with friends. I'm totally obsessed. 

Here let me see your smartphone, I asked. 

Ah, I don't have one, said the guy. 

REALLY?!?! I asked excited. How do you not have a smartphone? 

I deal in coating, he admitted. 

Coating? like coding? How is it spelled? 

C-o-a-t-i-n-g. 

AHH, I said. 

I'm not in the techie world but I admire what you guys are doing. 

Thanks, I said. 

At that point I realized we wouldn't have that much to talk about so I peaced in the middle east calling it a night. Sure it was only midnight, but I was there to speak and had to put my big girl pants on and be bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning. 

I then woke up and a few hours later presented on blog strategy, narrative advertising, and non-traditional revenue streams regarding new media. 

It was GREAT!!! Everyone really loved my presentation, and Amanda said it was the most attended of all of the sessions. 

Considering I mostly speak to colleges and younger kids in general, it was SUPER cool to get to open up to all these business brand managers and fancy pants corporate people. To be able to share my passion with them and have them all respond in such a positive manner was SO inspiring. 

I spent the rest of the day networking, and tweeting everyone back that had @replied me. 

Around 5 though, I wanted to head to the airport to see if I could catch an earlier flight back. 

Because of the big blizzard hitting the northeast, a bunch of flights kept getting either cancelled or delayed and after traveling for almost two weeks at that point the only thing I was looking forward to was my bed. 

After going through security I walked up to the airport counter and asked if I could swap to an earlier flight. I explained the situation about the blizzard and my uncertainty in general if the flight was even going to take off. Since there are a few flights an hour going in and out of Vegas to LA I figured it would be no big deal. Also having done this 100 times before, I knew it was fine. 

I'm sorry, said the attendant. A company paid for your ticket (even my flight was sponsored) and the way it is structured I can't change it. 

NOOOO!!! I said. There's really NOTHING you can do? 

I'm sorry, she said kindly. 

Having my laptop on me, and a ton of work, I figured it was nbd. I'd just have to find an outlet and a place to cop a squat. 

Thanks for checking, I said. Really appreciate it. 

Vegas in general doesn't have a lot of open wifi, but fortunately their airport does. If I was going to be stranded somewhere it was totally kosher to at least be stuck with wifi and power. 

Also, having slept and worked in so many crazy places, I am a freaking MACHINE at still pumping out shiznat and working from literally anywhere. 

I sat on the floor of the airport next to an outlet for two hours before my flight was ready to board. 

As I was walking over to the gate I spotted a familiar face ... 

El senor Okuma!!! 

DUDE!!! I say walking up high fiving him. What's kicking chicken? 

We then struck up another conversation talking about our thoughts on the conference and new media in general. 

Come to find out both Jason and I have been entrepreneurs from the womb. 

When did you decide this is what you wanted to do with your life? he asked. 

I've always been in tech, I admitted. But it wasn't until social media came around that I could merge the creative and entertainment side of my personality into it as well. I started typing when I was 2, and had my first little computer consulting company before I was 10. 

He laughed.

You're such a slacker! What did you do in-between 2 and 10? 

I laughed. 

Jason has this energy to him that you can't describe; all "successful" people have it. They glow, and vibrate at this peaceful and beautiful wavelength. The second you're around them you feel differently but the feeling can't be articulated - you just know. 

<tangent> Success btw, is a very personal thing. You can be successful financially and not personally. All of your houses have to be in order for one to attain true "success." Jason has definitely found that balance and it shows. </tangent> 

Since were in the same boarding group, our conversation continued as the boarding process began. 

When we reached the tarmac though, we were interrupted. 

I want to talk to you both, said the guy in line behind us. 

Awesome! I said stretching out my hand. Hi, I'm Jen. 

Hi, I'm so and so. 

Jason then introduced himself, and come to find out our new friend was also in the tech space. 

I don't know whatever it is you're about, but I just wanted to say you're hired! You both seem very efficient, and I like that. 

I started laughing. Thanks dude!!! We're both just super passionate about what we do. 

It's great, he said. 

I have an idea I want to run past you both. 

Great, said Jason. Why don't we all sit together! 

Sounds good to me, I said finding three available seats together. 

For the next 45 minutes (the duration of the flight) our new friend told us all about his experience as an entrepreneur, (he's worked primarily in real estate but has also sold a company for 25 million) and his next idea that was actually pretty cool. 

What are you guys doing after this? he asked as the plane touched down. 

I have to go to a friend's birthday party, but happy to continue the chat there, I said. We can find a quiet spot and talk, I just can't be rude and not show up after committing. 

Great! He said. 

We all got off the plane as Jason then picked up his luggage and got picked up by his family. 

I just have to do family time for about an hour, but let's meet up at your friends birthday party and we can go from there. 

Great! The new friend and I said. 

How are you getting out of here? he asked. 

Uber gave me a bunch of credits, so I was just going to grab a car. (Thanks Uber for the sponsorship!!) 

Come with me, he said. I just have to go get a rental car and drop this suit off at my brothers but I can take you. 

Knowing that this guy had great energy, and there are no coincidences in meeting someone and clicking so quickly (especially after wanting so desperately to get on an earlier flight and being denied) I figured it was going to be fine. 

Learn to trust, I kept reminding myself. Float on like the feather! 
ALSO, if the shiznat hit the fan, I had just a single backpack and was in flats. Worst case scenario I could just bolt as fast as I could and call Uber for a ride literally anywhere. 

We then pulled up to the car rental place and got his vehicle. As he checked in I heard his full name so I immediately popped on google as I sat in the back waiting area and made sure his name didn't come up with "serial killer" or "wanted." 

He had also given his brother's first name at that point and told me the name of the super fancy pants company he was Vice President of. 

Low and behold absolutely EVERYTHING checked out. 

Awesome, I thought. Like energy really is attracting. For all I know this dude might think I'M the serial killer. Anything is possible!! 

We then head over to his brother's place as I am invited inside. 

I tweeted out laughing at the situation ... 

I then met his fancy pants brother and was shown an app that he created for his company. 

My new friend had told him who I was so he naturally asked for my opinion. 

I stared at the device, and inquired about the features on the app. Question after question, he had an answer. Even the UI was super clean, and I gotta admit, it was SUPER cool what he came up with. To have someone who isn't even in tech come up with something like that was EXTREMELY impressive. 

I didn't start using a computer until well after college, he admitted. 

Wow, I said. I can't even imagine catching on to technology that late in life. It's strange how having access to tech as a baby shaped so much of my youth. We grew up playing with tech and viewed it as just that .... "playing." The way that we all process it in this generation is SO different. 

Oh I agree, he said. 

I continued, the problem though is the fact that we're the ones that also learned to troubleshoot. These next generation of kids have only had an iphone and working internet. We dealt with dial up, and Juno. It's a new playing field. 

He agreed. 

I then bid adieu to my other new friend, and got back in the car with my original new friend and drove all the way to West Hollywood to meet up with Jason again. 

See, my buddy Wynter was having a birthday party over at Parlor that evening so again, not wanting to be a douche and just bailing we decided to host the meeting there. 

Everything went super smooth, except I didn't know that Parlor closed at midnight, and we didn't get there until 11:30. I had not only missed my friend's party but we were a few minutes away from closing. 

No big deal, said the new friend. Let's go over to Canters deli! It's just around the corner. 

We all then piled into Jason's car and drove over to Canters. It was incredible to see how present Jason was. The dude doesn't miss a trick. 

We then go inside and continue to talk about his project. 

It was AMAZING what this guy has already accomplished with it, and really cool to hear where he was going. 

I have a feeling we are all going to work together, said the new friend. 

Jason and I laughed as we both agreed that the circumstances in which we met was certainly strange, but also that there are never "coincidences" in life. 

Again, I could tell the moment I met Jason we were going to be solid friends, (especially since we run in the same circle) but we were also both in agreement that this guy had a cool idea. 

By 2am my eye lids were absolutely closing. After having traveled for almost two weeks straight, AND having just spent the last 48 hours networking my fanny off and speaking, it was overwhelming. My body reached a new level of exhaustion. 

Knowing when I get to "that level" I have only about a half an hour before I COMPLETELY collapse I pulled up Uber on my phone and requested a car. 

I then excused myself from the table profusely thanking both of the guys. 

I'd love to be involved in anyway. I apologize though, I am beyond exhausted. 

Not a problem, they both said thanking me for my time. 

Dudes, thank YOU both!! Such talent at this table it's REDIC!!! 

I then climbed into the big black Escalade Uber sent over and collapsed in the backseat. I smiled as I looked back on the evening and on the randomness of life in general. 

Your only job is to just accept and allow. We're never in control of anything. Like energy is always attracting so it's your job to understand what you are putting out there, but the rest is up to the wind. I am actually living the feather mentality, I thought. This is GREAT!!!! 

ANNNNDDD there you have it. Not only did I potentially get a new project, but I got to kick it with some super cool and talented people all because I allowed it. It would have been so easy for Jason and I to turn around to the guy when he started talking to us and yell at him for interrupting our conversation. Since we both have such INCREDIBLY open personalities though, that experience was allowed to grow and I didn't get chopped up into a million pieces which was BEYOND awesome!!! 

Yay life and yay adventure!! 

Up next I'm taking el Senor Ben Parr to my buddy's birthday this evening. I introduced him to my boyfriend Walter, and he was pretty impressed!! 

Guess this dating detox hasn't been so bad after all!!

#thatisall

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#SMSsummit: Thank you & #messageme!

Hi friends!! 

Thank you so so so much to those that attended my presentation on blog strategy, narrative advertising, and alternative monetization streams at the Social Media Strategies Summit today in Vegas. It sounds cheesy but it really is an honor to get to meet so many of you, and I'd LOVE to connect!! 

Here's my email: JenFriel at Talknerdytomelover d c 

Twitter: @Jenfriel

Facebook: Facebook.com/jenfriel

The shirt I was wearing is sponsored by MessageMe. The app isn't officially out yet, but you can download a preview for the iPhone here. 

I live in LA but am always traveling somewhere. Feel free to reach out anytime!!! Happy to chat and would love to learn from you all as well. 

ANNNNNDDD now for everyone else here is a picture of a monkey holding a puppy. No, seriously. 

#thatisall

#DatingDetox: ask how you can MessageMe

Hi friends, 

I am now just over the halfway mark in my 30 day dating detox. 

One of the awesomely unexpected side effects to this detox has been this MASSIVE influx of business. I guess it makes sense if you think about it ... instead of striking out with so many dudes, I'm focusing on self, and my strengths in business which makes me more motivated and a happier person in general. 

(I'm still in Florida and my mom told me this morning that she couldn't believe how happy I've been overall and that she says my energy is really different.) 

Super fascinating, btw, I've also been doing a bunch of research on ENTJ personality types (which I was told I was after taking the myers briggs), and it TOTALLY freaked me out reading in black and white some of my biggest issues: 

It's not something that I'm proud to admit that I do, but I feel like a big part of me lives life one step removed; everything, to me, is a game of chess. I look at people and things and contemplate their next moves, and expected trajectories. I view it as strategic, but I'm sure it's also a defense mechanism in wanting to control after spending so much of my youth getting hurt by people I trusted.

This is also why I was so passionate about this new "feather" mentality because strategizing only works in business; I can't can't can't let it seep into my personal life so much since it's counterproductive and making me seem like this cold beyotch to all these dudes I've dated. 

Anyway ... 

On that note, I'd like to introduce you all to a loverly new app called MessageMe! 

I'm going to be talking about it for the next, however long, and showing all of you loverly people how awesome it is by cleverly seeping it into some of my stories and adventures. 

See, that's the ENTJ in me again getting all arrogant with thinking I be clever. 

Either way, I'm super excited to be working with these dudes and I've been using their app now for over a month and very honestly can't say a bad thing about it. It adds value to messaging by leveraging the cloud. Dudes, messages from MessageMe NEVER get erased (as long as you still have your account), AND the messages are searchable!!! 

Devils advocate: That sounds pretty scary! What about privacy? 

All messages on MessageMe are secure and private. 

I'll talk more about it as we get closer to the launch, but I'm very thankful for the sponsorship and even MORE stoked to talk to people about something that excites me so freaking much!! 

I swear man, self first, rest later. This dating detox is really starting to pay off. 

Oh yeah and ... 

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