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<editorsnote> Hi, I'm Jen Friel, and we here at TNTML examine the lives of nerds outside of the basements and into the social media, and dating world.  We have over 75 peeps that write about their life in real time. (Real nerds, real time, real deal.) Sit back, relax, and enjoy some of the stories!! </editorsnote>

 

 

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Thursday
Jul072011

#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

 

Wednesday
Jul062011

#NerdsUnite: Tonight! Kicking it with @IncubusBand

#NowWearing: I Love Lawrence in Banana. Click the boobs for more infoYOOO!!!! Tntml, whad up homeslices!

Been editing all day - I am totally going to miss this deadline because the friggen files for a TV show are SOOOOO MUUCCHHHH BIIGGGEERRRRRRRRRR than the net. This shit is taking forever to compress - god bless Fed Ex.

Tonight, I got invited to kick it at Incubus HQ and watch the band do a lil' performance thang and I think even hang out with 'em afterwards.

I dunno ... the duderino that is the executive producer of the TV show is also doing the Incubus thingie. So, I'm sure I'll get any access that I ask for - if you guys have questions PLLEAASSEEEE tweet them to me!!!!! @JenFriel

Tell me what's up! What's kickin! Do I smell chicken?? ... Shut up, Jen.

Dudes, it's so funny considering my last few days that I'm going to see Incubus tonight. This song always inspired me to pick up and move on ... uuugghhhhhhhhh!!

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there ... with open arms, and open eyes.

Tweet me questions you have for the band and I'll ask 'em!!!! DO IT!!!!! Your mom said it was ok!!!

#thatisall

Monday
Jul042011

They're Talking Nerdy Baby: #NerdsUnite

AHHHHHH thank you guys for all the love regarding the series of posts on my first love. Greatly greatly greatly appreciated. I love this one from my buddy Ashley ...

 

It's interesting - I do consider myself an open person ... obviously I lead a transparent life, but I no longer wear my heart on my sleeve. Like at all. I did for years, which is why I have all of these CRAZY relationship/dating stories ... but I recognized that it didn't work for me. Life is reflective, until I learned to love myself, and I mean LOOOOOVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE myself - I could never truly be in a healthy relationship with a guy. You have to understand your own value before you can ever try to let someone come in and purchase any of your time. I had a very confusing childhood (as evident from this post), so yeah, that made me more susceptible for seeking outside validation for my self worth - but so what! That was my constant in the past ... it's no longer my present nor my future. I'm in control of my destiny, and doing something about it.

I'm writing these posts out because 1. I very genuinely did email my first love yesterday, and even got a response back from him today. And 2. because I have changed so so so much as a person, and I hope that this evolution is a continued process. Look at how I met this guy - I commented on how hot he was at Super Cuts. HAHAHA I can't look at a dude and think he's hot anymore, commercial attraction does NOTHING for me!!! I want a guy that is LIVVINNNGGG and BRREEAATHHIIINNNGGG his passion!!!! THAT is a turn on for me! THAT revs my engine!! Not a cute butt at Super Cuts.

Romeo has been in my heart for 7 years. He was the first to get it, but he won't be the last. I post this to also not come across so cold when I quote statistics on love, and say that I approach relationships like a business transaction. I have a very. very. very. different approach to life and love through the documentation of it all by running this site. I can't help but be this way, the psychoanalysis of the entire thing was too intense.

I will one day fall in love again, and that day will be ah-mazing and celebrated. But until then, I have to focus internally on what I want from life, and what I love about myself. Until I truly ... and I mean TTRRUUULLLYYYY love and accept myself, I will continue to seek guys that provide that value for me, which as the past has dictated, will lead me to heartbreak.

OTHER. PEOPLE. CANNOT. VALIDATE. YOU.

Period end of sentence.

I am owning my life now, and I am owning my awesome. It is organic, and something that I didn't recognize inside of me for the first 24 years of my life - however, I am still a work in progress. I have no idea what I am doing, I am just documenting it all to figure out my state of consciousness and then attempting to figure out how to break that down without any emotion attached to it in the hopes of bettering myself as a person (whatever that truly means).

I only say what I do to you guys because this is something that I too am currently experiencing and HOLLLYYY CRAAPPPSICCLLESSS it is BAT SHIT!!! And the more and more you believe, and the more and more positivity you manifest, and give back, the more you get!

Unreal.

Life is, and will always be what you make of it, so why not go big or go home!!

Whoop whoop! JIGGAAAAAAAA!!!

Love you long time Ashley! Thanks for reaching out!!!

xoxoxxoxoxoxxoxoxxoxo

Speaking of validation though ... have you guys seen this vid? AMAZING!!

#nerdsunite

Friday
Jul012011

#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an Unwed Bride

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Julie Wilson

Editor's Note: Julie Wilson recently endured an agonizing break up with her fiancée after being together for 8 years. She is now in her late 20s and confused about what to do next. These are some of her frustrations, and ways she is attempting to heal from her loss.

These Are The Unbelievably Fucked-Up Things I Think About.

I’ve already written about day dreaming about my wedding that never was. But when I’m sitting at my desk and my mind starts a wanderin’ there are many other completely delusional scenarios involving myself and my ex-fiancé that pop into my head.

Post-Terror Attack L.A.
After they executed Bin Laden, I got freaked out thinking about a retaliation from Al Qaeda on Los Angeles. I figure they already attacked New York, so it seems probable to me that they could go after LA since it is the 2nd largest market in the country and the source of the majority of our entertainment. Hell, I thought maybe they would blow up the iconic Hollywood sign. Then I melted reality with my sorrow and need to cling to the man I love so much.

This created a scenario in my mind that I’m not very proud of. I found myself actually hoping they would bomb LA! It could be a great excuse for my ex and I to get back together! I was (still am) hella depressed and when you are miserable you want everyone else to be to. Other people’s happiness just doesn’t matter when you’re this sad.

In one version I have just left work to go across the street to pick something up at CVS and as I am on my way back to work, it happens. I look back at the building I work in as it gets bombed.

Seriously Julie? The building you work in?! The one that contains 90% of your Los Angeles friends! Yes, because without them, there’s less people to judge me.

Time stands still as I stand there horrified at what I am seeing while simultaneously realizing how lucky I am to be alive. Then the scene snaps back into real time as chaos ensues: fire, smoke, sirens. The rest is a blur of me getting away safely until somehow, someway (cue 1950s dramatic movie music) my ex-fiancé and I find each other! He wipes the dust and dirt off of my face and then we passionately embrace, and realize how short life is and that we HAVE to be together. We also recognize that it’s the perfect excuse to get back together because no one in our lives will have the gall to call either one of us out for it because the bombing is such a sensitive topic.

There’s a similar outcome in my “One of us gets into a car accident” daydream.

Build Me Up Buttercup

Mallrats was and remains to this day one of my favorite movies of all time. It is also my ex’s. On our first date we went back to his place afterwards and I remember checking out his DVD collection (one of the first things I do once inside someone’s residence. That or their book collection). “Mallrats is my favorite movie!” I said. His eyes got really large and he turns to his best friend who was also hanging out, “Isn’t that also my favorite movie?” and his friend shook his head vigorously up and down. That was a big moment for both of us, especially for him. I guess it’s not often that you come across a girl that says her favorite movie is the one that is your favorite movie, especially when it’s Mallrats (male humor: comics, pot, crazy antics).

We’ve had a couple ‘getting back together’ talks, about what each of us would require of the other to do so. I told him a big gesture from him would be in order. I need to feel that he’s willing to do something crazy to get me back. The crumbling of a relationship takes two. I know what I did wrong, but he cheated and that’s all people see. I told him he would have to win over the people in my life, too.

Hence, this fucked up day-dream: I dream about him recreating the end scene in Mallrats in an effort to get me back.

How he get’s a stage and a microphone, I don’t know! That detail doesn’t matter, it’s for him to figure out and orchestrate.

Brodie (him):”You. All right, I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
Shannon (some random dude I’m dating?):”Oh yeah, what’s that?”
Brodie (him):”Not you, Asshole. The girl. You have my heart.”
Rene (me):”What can I say? I love the retard.”

And then he brings me onstage and making out ensues. Maybe he even has a new engagement ring for me!

Here in Reality
Me at my desk thinking about God knows what.

After having many day-dreams of this caliber I realized that I needed to put a plan into action. You cannot sit at your desk every day crying - bosses and co-workers only have so much patience. I came up with a plan for blocking day dreams. At any given point in the work day I can have any combination of the following programs/sites running:

  • Netflix (needs to be something I have already seen so I don’t need to actually look at the screen)
  • AIM
  • Grooveshark (Do not play Boyz II Men’s “End Of The Road”!)
  • This American Life (not the Valentine’s Day episode or the one about cheaters)
  • my Hotmail, gmail or AOL (lol, don’t judge, it’s my spam account) email accounts
  • Mashable.com
  • OKCupid (confidence booster)
  • facebook (for stalking and wasting time)
  • a notepad doc open for writing posts
  • various news websites (MSN,CNN)
  • Playing Words with Friends on my phone
  • turntable.fm (new obsession)

AAAAnd I have to take a walk around 4-5:00 almost everyday to calm my mind down.

The shocking part is that all of the above actually helps me work more since I’m not getting sad.

Anything to keep me from thinking about non-reality.

#nerdsunite

Thursday
Jun232011

#NerdsUnite: Confessions of an Unwed Bride

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Julie Wilson

Editor's Note: Julie Wilson recently endured an agonizing break up with her fiancée after being together for 8 years. She is now in her late 20s and confused about what to do next. These are some of her frustrations, and ways she is attempting to heal from her loss.

Music rules my life. It’s what I read (I own every Rolling Stone magazine from the last 14 years, my extracurricular activity in high school (marching [flute & mellophone], concert [oboe] and jazz band [trumpet]) and College (I worked in News, PR, and was a DJ for my college radio station WVFS) and now my current job in concert promotion.

Just hearing a song can transport you to a certain time, place or even a person.

These are the songs that carried me through some of the hardest months of my life.

Tori Amos “Cooling”
“This is cooling faster than I can”
Yep. My relationship was dead and I had no idea.

Cold War Kids “Louder Than Ever”
It’s a shame that sometimes you finally wake up and really see the other person, yourself and the relationship, but it’s just to late.

Tori Amos “Putting The Damage On”
“But now I’ve got to worry cause boy you still look pretty when you’re putting the damage on”
Nothing makes you feel more like shit then when you want the person that is ripping your heart in two so, so very badly.
 
Holcombe Waller “Risk Of Change”
“Home on the range, who knew life could be so strange
All boils down to a risk of change
Pick up the pieces of your life and rearrange”
Because it is so hard to change and move on.

Adele “Rolling in the Deep”
We broke up right when we finally both had good jobs, right when I felt like the world could be ours.

Low “Try to Sleep”
Just a good, sad sounding song.

Stevie Wonder “All in Love Is Fair”
“Love’s a crazy game
Two people vow to stay
In love as one they say
But all is changed with time
The future none can see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery”

Mumford & Sons “White Blank Page”
“But tell me now where was my fault, in loving you with my whole heart.”

Metric “Gimme Symphathy”
“Oh seriously, you’re gonna make mistakes you’re young”
Does 28 still count as young? sigh.

Cat Stevens “How Can I Tell You?”
“Wherever I am girl, I’m always walking with you
I’m always walking with you, but I look and you’re not there
Whoever I’m with, I’m always, always talking to you
I’m always talking to you, and I’m sad that
You can’t hear, sad that you can’t hear.”
He’s actually singing about not being able to tell someone how he feels, but since it’s lame/inappropriate for me to tell my ex how I feel, it fits.

Carolina Liar “I’m Not Over”
Fun song that actually makes me not feel so bad about thinking about my ex every.single.second. of every.single.day.

Jeff Buckley “Last Goodbye”
“Must I dream and always see your face?”

The Airborne Toxic Event “Sometime Around Midnight”
Really, really listen to the lyrics. Such a dead on narrative about seeing your ex out in public with another person and how just seeing the person that your heart aches for with someone else can just break you! I truly fear the day when I see my ex out somewhere around town.

Linda Ronstadt “I Will Never Marry”
“I never will marry
I’ll be no man’s wife
I expect to live single
All the days of my life”
Tick, tick, tick goes my biological clock.

Florence + The Machine “Dog Days Are Over”
This song started being everywhere around March. I loved the song but felt like I couldn’t really, truly sing along as these most certainly were the dog days for me. So I waited, knowing that one day that song would be prime time for me. It wasn’t until just before May that I got a roommate and realized that I would be okay. I drove to work the morning of April 29 blasting it and finally thinking, “I’m really sad, but I’m going to be okay”.

#nerdsunite