They're Talking Nerdy Baby: #NerdsUnite

Wow. Wow. Wow. The comments, tweets, and emails today about my date last night have been making my LIFE!!! Thank you guys so so so so much for the support. (If you haven't read the latest, this dude made me fucking cry, man. I never cry ... ever. He kicked me while I was down TWICE IRL, and then once on skype.) It's funny, I'm currently helping out Marni at @WingGirlMethod with her social media, and we just had our weekly call - she goes, does that dude have aspergers?? I started laughing so hard. hahaha, no, he's a rad dude - but we were clearly sending 100 mixed messages to each other, and then we were both radically honest which was just a recipe for disaster.

Horrible.

Horrible.

Horrible. Date.

Worst ever, want nothing to do with the dude.

But yeah, read the story here - and here's a bitchin email I got in response from it that I wanted to share ...

Couple of things.

I won't post about a dude that I like until I feel him out a bit. I would never ever ever post on a dude that I like, or post on things that happened until things were out of "stage 1." I can't do it - it gives an unfair advantage to the dude by being able to hear my inner most thoughts, and takes away the thrill of the hunt.

It. Does. Not. Work. I learned that on my 103 dates, of the 4, there were 2 that I liked a lot, and posted about ... and then they got weird. So lesson learned.

I share my life with the world. Is it weird? Prolly, but for me it's 1 part spiritual, 1 part work, and all parts awesome. I came to life in ways I didn't know were possible when I started this site. I've always had bat shit experiences, and really really really weird encounters - now it's fodder for the site. Ah-mazing! So yeah, that's me, Jen, and my constant. I'm a people magnet, weird shit will ALLLWWAYYYSSSS happen.

Does it effect the pool from dudes that want to date me? 100%

Abso-freaking-lutely it does.

But if something this awesome made me come to life, I don't want a partner in my life in any capacity that isn't interested in being included. I do understand that when I do get in a relationship I will switch into more of a producer mode instead of content creator, but I will cross that bridge when I come to it.

It's absolutely INCREDIBLE though that I can be so down, and instead of wallowing in it, I release it in a post (which is cathartic in and of itself) then I read all the tweets, and emails ... and holy fuckerdy, you all make my life. The support that I have in this community is INCREDIBLE, and to say I am grateful for every second of it is an understatement - I fucking live for it.

So yeah, yesterday sucked. But today is a new day. I am considering moving on from OKC, and exploring other options. We shall see. I'm never ever ever going to give up on finding love. I can't! It's tattooed on my friggen wrist.

I made a lifetime commitment to it.

I love what I do for work, so that part of my life has a big fat checkmark next to it. The rest, I'll figure out. You can't force it, but I know ... I KNOW in my heart, I'll never give up ... I just also won't stop documenting the ride! =) =) =)

Here I go again ...

xoxoxo thanks for reaching out, man. Really appreciate it.

#nerdsunite

#NerdsUnite: A story about the time I attempted to crash Russell Crowe's wedding

<editorsnote>  HAHAHAAHA it's funny, I put up a section on the site reaching out to readers for cool stories, or if anyone is looking to write for us ... hahahaha omg, did I just get a cool story. Nerds meet Sally ... she's got a story for you, gather round. </editorsnote>

Hiya Jen,

(procrastinating so decided to write you, I figure since I read about so many of your adventures I can return the favour)

It's freezing as I sit here at my computer tonight procrastinating BIG time, I have a psych assessment report to write and an assessment due for uni but I can't seem to get motivated... seriously avoiding. I have a bad habit of doing things last minute, and can still do remarkably well, which frustrates my friends to no end. I tell them I am thinking all the time, piecing things together in my mind, formulating, arranging and generally on overdrive. But I can't put things down into something tangible until I have what I call an "A-Ha! Moment". They don't get it.

But back to me procrastinating, I thought I'd write you about the time my room-mates and I attempted to crash Russell Crowe's wedding and I called Angela Bishop, Sandra Sully by mistake.

It was 2003, I was 18 and it was a year of firsts. I had moved away from my home town of Sydney to live on the mid-north coast in a small beach/tourist town called Coffs Harbour, best known for the big banana, oh yes it is what it sounds like. A big banana. I had begun my first year of uni studying psychology, and I was now old enough to legally drink. I lived on campus which was A-mazing for someone who was particularly shy, needless to say I hadn't put my first moving box down before I hear an American voice yell out "hey man, you had breakfast? want some cereal?" I put my box down and wandered over to eat cereal with a funny exchange student from the States, we sat on his balcony for the rest of the day welcoming other newbies, by midday I had a full pose of new friends. Drunken adventures and complete crazy fun ensued.

We would often try and find things to do, Coffs Harbour is a small town so the night life is limited to local pubs, one or two nightclubs, and local raves in the surrounding valleys. We would go on road trips for no reason and just generally get up to mischief on campus or around town. We would film our adventures with a friends handheld cam. This boring Monday afternoon we had heard that Russell Crowe was getting married at his farm in Nana Glen, not far from Coffs. So a group of five of us crammed into a tiny second-hand car with the handheld cam and decided to go on a road trip to Nana Glen (this footage still exists but alas it is lost in storage somewhere, I will endeavour to find it). Needless to say we got epically lost. It got dark and we almost gave up. Just as we were about to turn around we decided to drive ten minutes further. To our delight we saw a cavalcade of media set up on the side of the road (the main TV Channels at the time 7, 9, and 10) along with the entrance to the Crowe farm heavily guarded with security. We took one look at the security and decided not to test our luck. Instead we decided to interview the media. We approached channel 7 first, they were happy to be interviewed and quickly told us that they had the ONLY footage SUPER exclusive! We proceeded to interview channel 9, they are just as boring as the channel itself, and didn't really want to talk instead they asked what on earth we were doing. "We're bored uni students!" DUH!!! Then came channel 10. We approached them video camera armed, there was a lady with blonde hair busying herself in a car so we approached her. I tapped her on the shoulder and said "Hey were interviewing the media because we're bored, can we intervi...." I didn't get to finish my sentence because she turned around and there standing in front of me was a well know Australian entertainment news broadcaster Angela Bishop (see her interviewing Sacha Barron Cohen).

Only I didn't think that.... I straight away say "OMG hey it's Sandra Sully" (a much more famous Australian news reader with blonde hair). Oooops!! Angela Bishop immediately says "No, she's the pretty one, I'm Angela Bishop" LOL we were in stitches. She was awesome about it though and still agreed to be interviewed, we told her that the channel 7 crew had exclusive footage and she laughed. "We are the ones with the exclusive footage!" (as a side note it turns out that they all had the footage because Russell Crowe was being super secretive about paparazzi at the wedding and only released his own stuff to the media). But at this time Angela Bishop was adamant that they had the super hot footage, and she was willing to show proof, they had a van set up with everything all rigged up and ready to beam footage to the world. They let us film them beaming the first shots of the wedding to the world on Channel 10s late night news (it was about 10pm by now). We were having so much fun by this stage we decided to approach security, to interview them, we had interviewed everyone else, why not them?

We slowly begin to walk up the small incline of the dirt driveway and we get about 5 metres before a giant spotlight is directed at us and a security guy speaks through a loud speaker "DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER!" laughing we yell back "we just want to interview you!". They were not pleased, they just continued to say if we came any closer they would call police. We were cold by then and wanted to go home and watch the footage and have tequila shots so we called it a night. A successfully fun one at that.

Haha such a fun time, such craaaazy adventures we had in the early days of uni!

I heart procrastinating hehe

#NerdsUnite

Sally ♥

Got a story? Send it to me! If it doesn't suck I'll totes post it. xoxoxoxxo

JenFriel at TalkNerdyToMeLover dot com

#NerdsUnite: Beer, Boobs, and Barneys

SOOO!!! Yesterday after having a loverly conversation with @meowmistidawn it hit me! I wanna do a TNTML meet up!! But like, not a tweet up meet up, cause let's face it - those things can be pretty fucking lame. Let's keep it real and have FUN!

I thought about it for .25 seconds and came up with ... BEER BOOBS AND BARNEYS!!! Talk Nerdy To Me, Lover's official nerdy hang out sessh where we'll drink beer, play trivia at Barneys, and talk about our boobs. Yep, that's right - sorry duderinos, this is for the nerdy lady lovers only. MWAHAHAHAAHAH!! Loves me some girls night.

But straight up, let's all just hang out, grab a couple of pitchers and play some trivia!!! Every Tuesday at Barneys in WeHo they have SUPER DUPER RAD trivia!!! I play it once a week, it's for REALS hard ... plus we can all put the faces to the avatars and just have fun, man. I'd love love love love love love love to meet more of you!!!

So here we go, it's now on like Donkey Kong.

When: Tuesday July 19, 2011 8PM

Where: Barneys in West Hollywood (click here for a map)

Why: Um, cause nerd girls gotta stick togetha JIGGAAAA!!!

None of this is sponsored, no BS, but if you read this site I GENUINELY wanna meet you and give you a big ol' hug. =) =) =) BOOB SMASH!!!

Let's get 'er done! And sharpen those nerdy noggins with some trivia and then dull it with some beer. YAY!!

Hit me up on Twitter @JenFriel or Facebook if you wanna come. SO SO SO STOKED GUYS!!! Thanks for reading. I really fucking appreciate it, man ... now let's have some FUNNNNN!!!! =) =) =)

NERD GIRLS, FTW!!!

#nerdsunite

#NerdsUnite: F4M - craigslist date, anyone? anyone?

Editor's Note: Nerds, meet Natalie. She currently has a personal ad up on Craigslist. Like seriously - craigslist. She just had her first date from her ad, and she is here to share it with you all ... HIT IT NATALIE!!!

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Natalie Ochoa

My first time meeting someone off Craigslist was actually phenomenal.  I was so surprised. 

Jose responded to my post after a few days.  His response was long and filled with heart-felt emotion.  You could tell he had been through it some.  His writing was beautiful and he was literate and intelligent.  (The responses I had been getting previously were more of the ilk of men who just wanted my picture and wanting to know if I was ready to be a sex maniac.) 

He also said he had over 15,000 songs in his Ipod.  This appealed to me on so many levels.  I wrote that I was a self-described music fiend, so figured and was overjoyed that he was an even bigger music fiend than I, which seemed pretty unbelievable.  I was interested.  He sent a picture.  I had never before dated a Hispanic guy.  I am mixed Hispanic and white, but for some reason, never went for the machismo of Mexican men.  But he appeared nerdy and not my usual type. Not that I really have a type.  Duh, as if “likes me” is a type.

I figured if nothing changes, nothing changes, so I wrote back.  We emailed each other for a few days.  I am a pretty busy person.  I do a lot of things with friends, work two part-time jobs and am busy most nights.  But, I was determined to answer each response and try to keep them all straight.  Keeping the likes and pertinent information organized for fifteen men is a tall order.  But, Jose was persistent.  He kept answering also, even when I would forget to answer for a few days.

Finally, through all the pleasantries and him appearing interested in something other than sex, we exchanged phone numbers.  I said I would text him when I got some time, but he ended up texting me first.

I was visiting my mom’s house when he first sent me a text. I am a master at texting and love the ability to still get on with life and be with people, while being able to hold up an informal conversation through a few lines at a time.  We chatted for a while.  I found out he likes doing lists, so prompted a few lists for him to do - music, movies, etc.  He told me about moving from Washington and his divorce.  He answered anything I asked.  He was an open book.

I ended up taking my niece for a walk around the neighborhood.  I was describing what we were seeing on our walk.  I described flowers, sounds, trees, and people I saw out and about.  He was relating.  Then we just shared a moment, where we were both got caught up in nostalgia for childhood and the beauty of life when it was new.  And it was nice to share a moment with someone.  That was when he ceased being a stranger. 

We met later that night.  He kind of challenged me to do it.  I was dead tired after driving back from my mom’s house.  He kept urging, “Come on, you are young, you can drink coffee.”  I whined a little about taking a nap and that I would have to get ready. But, I thought his insistence was flattering. So, I got ready and went.

Earlier, I asked him if he was the Craigslist killer.  He balked and said that I could Google him.  I actually did Google him.  He is a writer and has a website reviewing horror movies, which seemed edgy to me. I also found what I thought was his Myspace page, which is a funny story for later.  But, he seemed harmless enough.  I amazingly worked up the nerve to go meet a total stranger in LA.  This was unusual for me. 

I asked him to meet me half way.  That was when I found out he didn’t have a car.  I told him that if we hadn’t had such a great text conversation earlier, I would not have responded to him anymore.  Which in my head, I was thinking, “Wow, dude, no car?  What, you expect me to drive all the time? Ugh!”  But, I figured what harm could it do to meet him?  Also, he would be a good guy with which to start this whole dating process. I was willing to meet this nerdy guy with encyclopedic knowledge of music and films.

I was not sure what to expect.  I felt nervous, but he seemed more nervous than me. I was worried that conversation would lag, especially because my head is known to go blank when I get nervous.  He said he wouldn’t let that happen. And he didn’t.

Jose was a little awkward and anxious, but could definitely hold a conversation.  I was impressed.  I love brains.  I love book guys.  I love nerds.  A good time to me is listening to someone without arrogance, expound on why they loved the last installment from their favorite author or comparing why one genre excels another.

We drank coffee, we smoked, and we talked.  It was amazing.  I was completely absorbed in hearing him talk.  I was almost intimidated.  I got over it, but it was thrilling.  We ended up walking around a park for a few hours.  We walked and discussed everything from favorite bands to bible verses and spirituality.  Then, we sat for a while and told each other about our families and our pasts. 

I saw in that night, how fun dating can be, and the joy of getting to know a truly remarkable person.  Too bad, they all were not like this first one.  

#nerdsunite

They're Talking Nerdy Baby: #NerdsUnite

Wow. Wow. Wow. I just got this email that sincerely spoke to my soul. No, like for really real real. So, I had an epic weekend with the International Badass - but something I didn't expect to happen, happened; he broke me down. Like down down down. Very few people have ever done that to me, and I'm sort of feeling a bit out there and blah.

Yes, it was amazing because I needed it, but hard because now I'm navigating in a state of vulnerability, something I am not familiar with. I feel like shit, man. Anyway, read this email ... I can't remember the last time I've read something so true and well written.

#speechless ... I can only say thank you.