Update! He Responds #TrueStory: I was dumped by my fake internet boyfriend

Before you read this post, please check out the original here.

Wow. What a day ... I got an overwhelming response via email, Facebook, and Twitter regarding this story. Here was his response to the post:

It says, and I quote:

Too Far

I understand you need to make money and need to keep people interested in what you're doing. And I even get that you're bitter. But bringing my friends and family into this is beyond unacceptable.

I have not had any contact with you for a year, even though you presumably constantly stalked me here. I've looked the other way when you talked shit about me to one person, because frankly I don't care to get back in contact with you. Especially after you told me to "Get Over It" when I wouldn't give you my full attention due to my dad being in the hospital at the time. To which you then denied ever saying and conveniently responded you "blacked it out" when I confronted you about it.

You need to back down. Your personal crusade against me can attract interest for a couple of days, which I'm guessing is why you're even talking about it. I get it, the juicier the gossip the better. But know this, I have no qualms of putting you on blast either. If you continue to spread your lies, I will make sure you're the next Ke$ha/Paris Hilton and put ALL your shit out there for all your "sponsors".

Oh and as proof you're just creatively pulling shit out of your ass- you got my birthday wrong. You don't want to fuck with me. You KNOW what I have.

Read more: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=242193519&blogId=539470974#ixzz10lnuk0zB

Few things here worth noting ... he took his default pic down. If someone claimed I wasn't who I was, the FIRST thing I would do is get on Dailybooth, grab my phone and take a pic, whatever ... I would post SOMETHNG, SOMEWHERE with my image and likeness with a sign saying "yep, it's me." That right there to me, IMHO is an admission of guilt.

Furthermore, shit on me? Oh please, that's why I'm a lifecaster. I have absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, nothing to hide. Literally - dude, I even post my sexual exploits on this site, I really just don't care. No, let me say this again - I REALLY DO NOT CARE. I live life completely shameless. I have to, my happiness is dependent upon it.

If anything, you were my biggest, deepest, darkest secret.

How the hell could I have been so dumb to fall for something like it - and even when I KNEW that this was fake, I kept it going to protect my ego as I had so many of my friends and family invested in our relationship as well. You were the mistake, you were the problem ... I was just too ashamed to think that something like this could ever happen to me.

I was very honest when I said I wanted nothing to do with you - and even advised the girl involved in this as well to do the same. Just let it go. I already have plenty of information thanks to the readers of this site, who yes - are all nerds. We get the internet in ways you could never imagine. I really do not wish you ill, in fact, I will wish you well. I am very sorry that you felt it was necessary for someone to love you only under those set of circumstances. I can't even fathom what makes someone want to do something like this, but I thank you, because you have made me that much smarter, and wiser, at that much younger of an age. You were actually one of the inspirations for this post, btw! My awesome is organic, and something that I let you take a piece of for way too long.

Lesson learned: Trust your gut. If something doesn't feel right, know without a shadow of a doubt that you need to follow it. Life is too short to be caught up in things like this - and thankfully today, I hold my head high knowing that I have no shame. Thank you, nerds!!!

Be well, Dare. #Namaste

#TrueStory: I was dumped by my fake internet boyfriend

Dear #TNTML, I need your help in tracking the actual person in this picture down.

Alrite, here's what's going on ... last Tuesday, I got this email on Facebook - READ!

Let me break this all down for you, and those of you that have known me for a few years, this will all start to make sense. I used to work for the founder of Myspace, and launched his start up called "LiveVideo" back at the end of 2007. It was literally the coolest job ever, as it was the education I learned there that prepared me for knowing how to launch this site. Well, this guy came into my chats all the time, and was suppperrrrrrrr cute. Like crazy, super cute. Totally caught my attention that he helped moderate the room, and at the same time wasn't all "show me your boobs!" It was great!!! Dude, I even thanked him in this video.

I work online, so the odds of me meeting someone via the online channel were pretty high. It's like working in a coffee shop, and dating a caffeine addict. It just goes together like herpes and the cast of The Hills.

We slowly started off by talking on the phone, and at the time used to post cutesy comments on our Myspace pages - it was pretty PG. He kept pestering me, wanting to "date" and I was kinda meehhh. I was pretty into lifecasting, and was pretty into what I was doing - so I just didn't want to get serious with anyone, let alone some random guy that lived in AZ. He eventually broke me down, and we did start "dating." Dating of course consisted of hours and hours and hours spent talking on the phone. Yes, dudes - THIS IS WHY I HATE THE TELEPHONE!!! I used to spend sooooo much time on it with this guy. Drove me batty!! I would beg him, just get a webcam ... just get a webcam. Why won't you get a webcam. You have to remember, this was in late 2007, early 2008 ... NO ONE was doing what we were doing on LiveVideo. Social media was barely a zygote at the time.

So, we officially started dating - and of course I mentioned him to my family, as I always told them what was going on. I was totally weirded out at the notion of telling them that there was this guy that I met in my internet chat, so we came up with this story that he and I had briefly met in a bar, but never got the chance to talk until we were online. It kinda made sense, the stigma of online dating was just SOO intense at that point. There was just no way I could tell my conservative Connecticut family that I was dating someone from the internet.

That's Lady Gaga right behind me. She was the pre-opening opening act.Time went on, and I wanted to meet. I am very much a "just do it" kinda person. I either like you or I don't - life is too short to not be lived. Every time he was supposed to come out to LA he canceled, and the ONNEEEEE time he called me saying "I'm here to surprise you!" I was on a plane to San Fran to go visit my ex. This was pre-foursquare days, but I am CERRRTTAIINNNN he knew what was going on. We were on and off for literally a year. He sent me flowers, floor seat tickets to New Kids on the Block, (Jordan Knight was literally my very first crush ever) - there was just always something about him though that nagged at me, saying this guy isn't real. I googled him like mad, and it perturbed me that I couldn't find ANYTHING on him. Literally googling "Dare Walker" and "Darien Walker" returned only a vague address in AZ. That was it. I couldn't find this company he claimed to work for, he always called me from a blocked number - really weird shit.

Still the greatest concert EVER! Thx fake internet boyfriend!!Totally put my guard up, but again - life is reflective. I would NEVVERRRRRR do that to someone, so I was sitting there thinking there was NO way that this could have happened. This guy has to be real.

His stories were about as long as could be. From the fact that his birth mom gave him up to be born into his "real family" where his "actual mother" was an OB/GYN that delivered him ... I mean everyone thought I was nuts. I protected this guy and justified him to my friends and family because I was so ashamed of the possibility that I was duped so bad.

We had gotten into a fight one night regarding an ex of mine. It got so heated, and I was so frustrated, that I said - FINE! I'm getting in the car, I'll be there in 7 hours. It was midnight ... I drove through the night to his town of Tempe, AZ. Literally ... me ... my dog Rocky ... in my beetle convertible ... drove 7 hours in the middle of the desert with a 2 liter of Diet Pepsi MAX. Hey, I am one passionate chick. If I say I am going to do something, it gets done.

He never saw me. He claimed he was just "mad" at me, but I went to the only google listing for the company that he claimed to work for, and they said there was no one by that name there. I had his address from google, and from the return address on a package he sent me - but I felt going to his apartment was too much. I pulled into a Dennys, and struck up a conversation with one of the locals, and had breakfast. I called him over, and over, and over, and his phone was turned off. I licked my wounds, and drove all the way back to LA.

EVEN AT THIS POINT, EVERYTHING WAS TELLING ME THIS GUY WAS A COMPLETE FAKE, BUT MY EGO JUST COULD NOT LET IT GO.

We eventually did break up. It was almost a year though of back and forth - again, my ego just did NOT want to let go what happened on that drive, DAYYYSSS worth of conversation, HOURSSS of work online chatting, there was no way I was going to let this guy go just based on principle. I KNEW in my heart that none of this made sense, but that ego that didn't want to feel so ashamed and creepy kept getting in the way.

Her response back:

(Please note, I am protecting her identity for obvious reasons.)

We then talked on the phone later that day. And literally went line by line of everything that we knew about "Dare Walker."

Birthday, May 17th - checked out

Originally from somewhere in NY.

Has brothers.

That's about it.

He lied to her in saying that one of his parents had died when we were dating, yes his dad did get into some weird accident, but upon googling like mad, I found nothing. Trust me - this type of incident would have ended up in the paper SOMEWHERRREEEE!!

When this girl and I were talking on the phone, I remembered that a girl from my old chat said she saw a picture of the actual guy in a friend's Facebook album. She confronted Dare on it, and he quickly changed the topic. I put the two girls in contact with each other.

This was the actual email:

The guy in the picture ALWAYSSS had this one girl in pictures with him. He called her Amber. They claimed to be best friends, but in the pictures I could read the body language, and they were definitely more than friends. But again, the ACTUAL people in the picture I'm SURE were dating IRL - but online, in his mind, in this crazy story ... this was just his "best friend."

Here's the thing about me, I am a LIFECASTER!!!! Verifying anything about me is the easiest thing in the world!!! I have all my stats posted on various modeling websites, I have documented my life somewhere online in some capacity almost every day for the last 3 years. Knowing hair, eye color, body type? SOOO easy!!!

I do not want to hurt this individual. Whoever the guy is in the picture, or even the poser behind it - please note, I do NOT NOT NOT want anyone harmed. I just wanted to post on this to be able to help this girl through a very difficult time. I went through a massive bout of depression after he and I stopped dating. I was hurt, confused, bewildered, and humiliated. Everyone had warned me, but I just refused to listen. I want the guy in the picture to know that this individual is out there posing as him - and I want the guy posing as the con to know that he is caught.

I want ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with you - and wish everyone else the same.

I am merely testing the whole 6 degrees of separation theory, and knowing that thousands of people read this site every day, I am CERTAIN someone ... somewhere ... can help us track you down.

Here's his MySpace page: http://www.myspace.com/no1uknow00

And the Myspace pages of chicks connected to him, that I believe were actually him posting. Dude, they all still comment on your status? Are you friggen kidding me? NO ONE uses myspace anymore. At least if you are going to lie, stay technologically relevant. They might also have no idea that their identity has been compromised:

http://www.myspace.com/karstars420

http://www.myspace.com/ami3bee

http://www.myspace.com/t420cal

If you have any information please contact me on Facebook here

or feel free to tweet me.

Thanks, nerds!!!

Dude, bad bad bad bad bad idea pissing off a passionate chick that runs a website. BAD BAD BAD BAD BADDDDD idea! Never cross a nerdy chick scorned.

#NerdsUnite

Click here to read his response

#TrueStory: The condom got stuck

I love it when old friends come into town ... the stories you are reminded of are often pretty epic. Like the time the condom got stuck in my who-ha (mom and dad ... now would be a good time to leave).

I was having sex with this guy I was dating, and it was pretty good. Not wham bam thank you ma'am, but nice and sweet. Pretty appropriate considering his personality, no complaints ... then when all was said and uh done, I was on top. I don't know the scientific nature of what really happened, if it was too much semen, or too much lovin on my part ... but I dismounted, and he went into the bathroom to take the condom off. He walks back in the room and goes "it's gone."

I sit up a bit, after trying to fix my hair and do the normal - yes, this is how hot I look after sex ... and go what do you mean it's gone? What's gone?

The condom, he replies.

I didn't know at that point to laugh my ass off, or just go wtf?! I did a half chuckle half HUH? Like the kind you see in really really really bad horror movies right before the person ends up with a pitchfork in their eye.

We then tore apart the bed. It was like an entire village of blankets decided to form a colony - finding one little condom among the afghans, comforters, and sheets was just exhausting.

I then said, wait a minute ... let me check something ... went into the bathroom, and did a little fishing. Only with my fingers not a fishing rod. Only up inside of me and not on a pond in the middle of a lake in New Hampshire.

I came back, and said - it wasn't there ... and we continued to search. I could literally feel nothing btw, I mean this search lasted for a solid 15 minutes. It was like a super greedy magical little sperm fairy came down and took off with the condom leaving us none the wiser. Was so effin weird.

We were laughing pretty much the entire time, as I can only date a guy with a good sense of humor ... finally it hit me - drink lots of water, and see if anything "pops" out. I drank a glass of water, and went into the bathroom - and alas, I felt somethin a little funky in my junky. I grabbed it out, and came back in the room literally laughing my ass off.

Dude, I had no idea this was even possible. Again, I have no idea how exactly it happened - but yes, like the awesomeness that is tying a knot in a cherry stem at a bar, my vajayjay can take a condom off entirely during sex.

#epic

So what exactly is "talk nerdy to me, lover?"

Alrite, I get asked all the time "what does talk nerdy to me, lover do?" People think it seems a bit random. I say, thats the friggen point. I literally broke every part of my personality down, digitized it, and bammm!! There is TNTML. Yes, my standard response is usually "social commentary on social media," but we are so much more than that too.

What I want to do, and now with the help of Squarespace, everyone has their own login, is to get more and more people to report on and broadcast what goes on in their life to where the word nerd is relevant. We're all nerds, but I only talk about what I know. And furthermore, when I do talk to all you little nerdy lovers, I talk to you like you're my friend Etan that I totally had a hardcore crush on in 2nd grade art class. I don't consider this site a "news" outlet, nor do I ever want to be one of those sensational, dramatic, reporters. I'm not the best speller, definitely not the best writer - dude, my sentence structures make NO sense!! Yet, I am awesome. And you are too!! So, yeah - exploration of life through the keyword of nerd told straight from each nerd's mouth. Tell me about your life the way YOU see it, not the way you think I want you to see it.

We have 33 content providers, and I think this could get really interesting. Let's see what happens ...

If you want to write for us too btw, totally feel free to send a sample to JenFriel@talknerdytomelover.com or if I take longer than 24 hours to get back to you, drop a little love note over to Morgan@talknerdytomelover.com  and we'll hit ya back.

We're going places baby ... (remember nerds, we're still only 10 months old!!!) where the hell that is, I have no clue! But I can say that I'm pretty quick at figuring that shit out. Jigga, jigga, jigga!!

#NerdsUnite

#TrueStory: 14 million viewers on Thursday, on #TNTML on Friday

Alrite, so Kaley Cuoco just appeared in a TNTML exclusive livestream today. Um yeah ... fucking epic. Here's the story on how it all went down.

I was at Disneyland today for @maniacalmorgan's bday ... and around 2:45ish I got a call from a friend of mine saying that Kaley had been singing in the hospital to help alleviate her pain. See, Kaley is dating a super stud by the name of Chris French (totally check out his band here, they're effin rad), and music has been her form of therapy since her horseback riding accident. Yeah, horseback riding accidents suck more dick than a 15 year old with daddy issues.

She and Chris got on UStream today, and totally let us tune in! It was super rad - but I only had a few minutes to make this happen. I was literally in the middle of Disneyland, by the Pirates of the Caribbean ride when I got the call. Fortunately, I was working on a project in the car on the way down, so I had my macbook pro chillin in the trunk. I literally HAULED ASS back on the tram, ran through the parking garage, grabbed the computer, ran BACK on the tram, found the ESPN zone that I jacked wifi from a few months back, and sat in the lobby and logged in. What was funny, is this woman who came up to me and asked me where I got my minnie ears from (as I do not go to disney without wearing the epic pieces of awesomeness). Dude, it was STRAIGHT from a movie. I was like uh, uh, uh, lady I'm under deadline. See, they were going to go live ANNYYYY MINUTE!!! And I told him since he didn't have an audience on his ustream channel, we had to embed the feed somewhere WITH traffic to actually have them gain traction and have viewers. Needless to say, it got done ... but holy shit, I don't even know how. That was straight up adrenaline. The ONNNEEEEEEEEE day I am away from my computer, this happens. Lesson learned however.

Either way, totally check out Annie Automatic, they're superly duperly rad ... and tune in Thursdays at 8pm on CBS to The Big Bang Theory. You can also Like it on Facebook here.

Here's the archived feed from Ustream, and I'll let you all know when you can buy the single on iTunes as well, a portion of the proceeds will be going to the Humane Society. SO BITCHIN!!!! 

#RockOn

... and PS. this was all recorded on an iPhone. Download Ustream!!! Lifecasting is the future, yo!

(http://www.hsus.org & http://www.twitter.com/annieauto)