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Tuesday
Apr292014

#RealDeal: What being a relationship blogger taught me about relationships

Relationship blogger resume rundown:

103 dates in 9 months.

Wing girl for Neil Strauss.

Destination dating ... a lot of destination dating.

Being a domme, and that whole owning slaves thing.

Posts that make me blush to this day. 

Countless pieces of advice to both men and women.

What did I take away from all of this? 

It starts with a "no" and ends with a "thing:" nothing

<tangent> I'm genuinely embarassed now by how black and white I was in certain situations all knowing if I had taken a few steps back I could have been more objective. For that, I am sorry. </tangent> 

Documenting so much of my life for the last four years taught me an enormous amount about people and their darkest desires. By being the girl that posted everything about herself online meant you could meet (who you think) is a complete stranger at the bar and they will immediately tell you their life story because they have read all about yours. It was commiserating to a degree, but there was also an element of "hey, this person gets me" - whether that was good or bad was only indicative of the individual. 

Last week, I spent 72 hours as myself one year ago.

Previously, I had a line for everything knowing exactly how I wanted the conversation to go, and had talking points that I could rattle off like my own name. After all, I had created a personal brand, so to not be able to speak intelligently on the direction for it was a liability.

Somewhere about 10 minutes into my first meeting, I just started laughing. I have to stop, I said. I can tell you what you want to hear from me, but honestly, looking back, the person that created this website needed: 

  1. A hug
  2. A warm fire
  3. The last man on Earth. 

The LAST thing I could be at that moment was my former self ... ahhh it was like nails on chalkboard as each of the sentences escaped from my mouth. 

I continued laughing saying I wish I had listened to the “trolls.” If I hadn’t been so arrogant I could have seen that a handful of them (or more) were actually telling me like it was and I could have come to this conclusion faster. 

In regards to dating I did collect a lot of data (which as everyone knows turns me on more than Magic Mike) - but I still came home most nights and cried placing my headphones in my ears and blogging everything online that I could never:

1) admit to myself

2) say out loud. 

Re-read that last paragraph. I started it off by saying "in regards to dating" and then my brain went to speaking about the data collected. THAT is the disconnect. 

Being a relationship blogger means sourcing your intimate experiences for profit. Whether that is hits on your blog, dollars from advertisers, or leverage for something you see in your eyes as "bigger" - intimacy is for sale, and your going rate is dependent upon how much you are willing to reveal.

No matter how honest your intentions are in the beginning, if it does become popular (to whatever degree) the person morphs like a Power Ranger into a persona ... and then you're fucked (sometimes literally). You are then sucked into a vacuum of bullshit surrounded by people that tell you how awesome you are every day. Guys want to date you so they will be written about, and women want to be you because you were honest with how shitty guys can be and they view you as this poster child for girl power. 

 

Disclaimer: I say all of this without an OUNCE of disrespect, but an honest evaluation of what I first hand experienced. I could not speak for all relationship bloggers, and more than anything would welcome feedback if anyone dis/agrees. 

My friend joked the other day saying he would date women from OKC or Tinder and know within one “witty” joke if they were on par with him. If they didn’t get it within the first 10 minutes, he would still commit to the additional 50 just to learn something new or garner a story (for his own personal collection)

The Jen, I used to know, he said, lived her whole life for those 50 minutes. 

I laughed knowing he was right, and I also laughed not caring about what it meant.

What are you doing now, he asked? 

I briefly told him about certain projects, but the proudest moment was in telling him that I honestly don't know. I don’t know why I am living where I am, or why I am doing what I do. I don’t know much of anything anymore, but things keep seeming to work out and the fact that I'm dealing with politicians who have read this site and high fived me for just going for it made me laugh. I thought for sure once they read about me they'd run. 

He laughed saying, that’s when you’re really being honest. None of us know, but it takes all those trials, errors, and successes to at least have a better idea of what you think will work. 

He added, the one thing I can commend you for is the art of happenstance. I’ve never seen anyone turn a “I just happened to be here moment …” into so many things. 

That’s the part that is never orchestrated, I added. It really was just all from my heart and just saying whatever I felt. Life starts when I just shut off my analytical brain. It's like in chess, a good chess player thinks five moves ahead -a great chess player thinks one step ahead. 

I like this Jen, he added. 

I smiled but didn't need to tell him that I really like this Jen too. 

It wasn't until last year when I was in a loving and committed relationship that I could understand the value of intimacy and it was in that moment that I realized it was no longer for sale. Our experiences were priceless, and ours only. It's easy to sit there taking loads of "couples selfies" and post them online for the world to see how "happy" you are. Because I was so protective of him I couldn't do it. 

I laughed to my friends in the beginning saying he was a professional liability, but what he did was bless me with this peace that I never knew I had been seeking. We didn't need to go out a lot, we would just watch movies and drink wine until we both fell asleep. For as long as I live, I will never be more grateful to a single person. 

It took the person that I couldn't write about to teach me that I was only blogging so much about my life because I needed to be validated by it. I was like a barking Chihuahua - you could always hear me, but I was all over the place and there's IMHO very little strength or beauty in it ... it's all just noise. 

By being a relationship blogger you do very much in your heart believe you are being vulnerable but the fact remains that you are sitting behind a computer in a room in your house (or coffee shop) all alone. It is a monologue, self indulgent, and any sort of rebuttals are deflected by loyal readers who will defend at all costs because they identify with you so strongly.

You can feel in your heart how lonely you are but what takes a while to understand is the fact that it's the digital walls you've placed around yourself that block out all of the love and light that life has to offer. 

Going back to the initial meeting, the producer then asked, where do you see yourself in 5 years? 

I want a family. I just adopted a dog so I've got one member down. 

After the meeting I thought about it and realized I couldn't ever go back to online dating, and couldn't ever go back to that person that I was. It felt good in the moment because your ego is validated by so many individuals contacting you, but your ego isn't fertile ground. Certainly weeds can flourish, but to grow anything substantial, it all starts with the solid ground you plant. 

I have three of the best friends I've ever had in my whole life down here, and one of them said the most profound thing to me the other week. She's a 10+ year married redneck (her terminology not mine) and with her thickest southern accent she said, Jen, what is it with all these guys you've told me about? 

She mimicked them, "I just felt a disconnect between us." "There is no tangible reason for why we can't be together any more. You'll just have to see for yourself one day." 

Men are simple, Jen. Here is all they need (screenshot from email as I just texted asking again to make sure I didn't forget any of her points)

That's it, she said. Start with that understanding in a relationship and you'll be fine. 

There is no algorithm or mathematical equation that results in your happiness in either self, or relationships. While all of us know that intellectually, there is something comforting in hoping to find out what investment can generate a return, however it's all a defense mechanism. 

Vulnerability and comfort do not live harmoniously, and to truly get anything out of a relationship, you have to let those walls down. Even if your heart PHYSICALLY hurts so bad, and you swear you can't do it again ... trust me, you will. I see today out of a fresher set of eyes courtesy of my loving family, FANTASTIC group of friends, and none of that intimacy could ever be for sale. Blogging about my relationships diluted too much of my own life experience, and I'm worth more than that. 

#nerdsunite

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Friday
Mar302012

Fun with @MirrorReviews: The crazy magnet that has no idea he is a crazy magnet

Another awesome evening in the field last night! See, I am taking my 103 dates in 9 months and the fact that I have still averaged at least two dates a week for the past year (after the social experiment) and turning it into helping nerdy dudes get the girl. Rather than keep plugging my personal life (which any relationship blogger will tell you - you can't do forever) I wanted to shift into an advisor-ship role where I help nerdy dudes out. From their OKC profiles, to anything, I wanted to create a mock environment where we would sit and chat and I could help them figure out what their dating dilemmas were truly all about. FTR, I have absolutely no filter and a bullshit radar like NO other. 

I heart helping people, and I can talk about dating and social dynamics for daayyyysssssss ... so this is helping me with my understanding of people tremendously, while at the same time, again, helping my nerdy fellas out. To make sure a transaction of some kind is exchanged though for my time (time is the most valuable thing ever), I have the guys buy me a beer and in exchange we will talk. 

So, that's what has been going on this week, and here is my latest and greatest ... 

Introducing: The crazy magnet that has no idea he is a crazy magnet. 

Here's the song that goes with the post ... 

Like the Aussie I picked a bar in WeHo for us to meet (frankly because they have MY FAVORITE BEER EVER on tap!!), and minutes after sitting down in the booth my date walks up. 

Hi, I say greeting him with a hug.

You look great, he replies. 

Thanks, man! You too, I say back. 

He was rocking a member's only-esque jacket and genuinely looked great! When it comes to a first date make sure you look your best. I know that sounds like, no duh, but it's true. I can't begin to tell you how many dudes I've met with that did not dress to impress and chicks notice that shit, man! 

For guys - a sweater or collared shirt is bueno. I'm not mad at a tshirt or flannel either, just make sure whatever you wear is clean and freshly pressed looking. 

We then get talking, and I am the one that gets right in and down to business. 

So, tell me about your dating history. 

Well, my last relationship was about a year ago - we were together for 4 years, and before that I was in a 5 year relationship and I was actually supposed to get married.

What happened? I asked

Funny thing - she tripped, fell, and landed on my best friend's dick. (uses humor as a defense mechanism, and apparently a lover of Eminem)

I look surprised.

Then, she did his brother. 

OUUCCHHHHH 

Just not at the same time, because that would be weird. 

So, she left you for another guy who happened to be your best friend. 

Yeah, and then I went to get the engagement ring back and she exchanged it for ANOTHER engagement ring and is now married to a different dude. 

WHAT?! 

Yeah, I know. We were high school sweethearts - one of those.

That must have been pretty intense though, I reply back, I can't imagine feeling such a violation of trust from not only the person you were in love with and wanting to spend the rest of your life with, BUT also with your best friend AND his brother. 

Yeah, I know. 

Tell me about the second relationship. 

We were together for a while, then she left me for another guy.

Wait, what? Again?

Yeah. 

Wow, what did this do to your self esteem?

It was devastating. 

I can only imagine, I say with my hands to my chest indicating empathy. 

I continue, what was the common thread between the two women? I mean obviously they both left you - but what did they have in common?

He thinks about it for a second then replies with ... 

OH! They were both really crazy. 

See, both girls were super hot, and they were super off balanced.

Ah yes, the curse of the attractive females. The hotter they are the more fucking bat shit crazy they be. I can empathize though, I had my nervous breakdown at 22 because I was so focused on receiving validation from outside sources that one day - I just literally snapped. You can't live life like that - you gotta find your passion, walk in bliss, and MOTHERFUCKING OWN YOUR SHIT!!!!! 

When your emotional house is in order subsequently the rest of your houses (financial, professional) will also start to fall in order because your energy is vibrating at a different level and you will attract different circumstances into your life. 

I also have this theory on "all bitches be crazy in LA until they are 25." For reals, I am only 27 - but I know I was bat shit crazy before I was 25. Here's my theory on that ... quickly ... 

<tangent> Pretty much everyone that moves to LA comes here because they were the hottest young thang at their high school. The prom king/ queen from Oklahoma or Idaho who were raised every day hearing how awesome, wonderful, and beautiful they were. They had so many friends, everyone wanted to be them ... life was good. So one day, the prom king/ queen decide to take a chance and SHOOT FOR THE STARS by heading to good ol' Hollyhood. They pack up their shiznat drive out here with ambition, and love in their heart. They get here, and are shocked that people don't just bow down to them and their awesome. See, they never really had to work for things before because they were so popular in their hometown, their mere existence made people go oohhhh and ahhhhhh. Work becomes foreign and the piss on jobs create stress. They then go to the bar every night in the hopes of meeting people. See back home, if they went to the bar they'd no doubt be bought drinks and shots all night because they were just THAT awesome ... but out here in LA no one gives a flying fuck. Now, UNLESS you are the girl. Hot young girls CAN actually go to any bar or club in town and get guys to buy them drinks. This will work for the first few years that our little prom queen is in town - but low and behold, father time ticks on and suddenly our fine young thing isn't a fine young thing anymore ... she's TWENTY FIVE, which by LA standards is like FIFTY FIVE (and I'm not talking about Stifler's mom 55, I'm talking more like can't even get into GILF porn). There are plenty of other prom queens fresh off the boat ready, willing, and eager to do anything it takes to make it in this town. And thus, our original prom queen now has to cultivate a personality, or she will have to head back home. See, once they are over the 25 hump they are no longer strictly relying on their looks to get them something. They have actually cultivated a personality no matter what their given circumstances were growing up. In LA youth is a magnet. Dudes want to do you, other hot chicks want to be around you (since traveling in herds is how we roll) - life is bueno. But then you hit 25 and maannnnnnnnnn ... talk about a reality check. 

So, there you go. That is my theory and this is why I am not friends with chicakdees who are under the age of 25 because ALL BITCHES BE CRAZY UNTIL THEY ARE 25. </tangent> 

Moving on ... 

The SECONNNDDD a guy I date ever tells me that his exs were crazy, or he has crazy friends, or crazy roommates - I fucking run. LIKE.ENERGY.ATTRACTS. It always takes two to tango. I continue our discussion ... 

So, where are you meeting women now? 

Mostly with my roommate. He's a total douche, and I usually just get the chicks by making fun of him. 

Like how douchey are we talking here? Do you have a picture? 

He then takes out his iPhone and shows me a very tan, very muscular, Ed Hardy rocking human being. 

This. Is. Your. Roommate? You leave the house with that?? 

Yeah, I know it's bad. And he's totally crazy. 

DING DING DING!! There's that word again. 

So, you have a crazy roommate, crazy exs, what in you attracted this scenario? I then ask if I can get more personal ... any alcoholism or drug addiction in the family? I'm curious as to what in you thrives from this chaos because by all accounts I can tell you're actually very grounded energetically. (definitely not hummingbird energy

Yeah, my dad. He was a marine, and had problems with alcohol. 

No more callers please we have a winner. 

So you had to be strong and keep everything together, didn't you? 

Yeah - it wasn't until later in life ... I mean I had a good childhood and all. 

Another red flag: People that don't admit that they had a rough childhood. 

There's some statistic that 80% of people growing up come from some sort of dysfunctional family, and then the other 20% RESENT their families for NOT being fucked up because they have no excuse as to why they are fucked up.

I come from an UNBELIEVABLY dysfunctional family. I have my mom, dad, and brother - pretty much everyone else can dry up and blow away. I don't know my family - I genuinely didn't even know my grandmother's first name until I was like 20. They're deplorable people, but I recognize that now, and recognize that their behavior was totes not kosher for passover. To get to that step however, was my own personal growth. People never want to admit that they had a fucked up childhood because we had no frame of reference. As long as we weren't starving in the streets with maggots forming on us, I'm sure we'd all say we were cut a pretty good deal. The fact of the matter is though that shit happens, and the quicker you realize your childhood wasn't sunshine and roses the quicker you can get to moving on into adulthood (whatever that really means)

This guy is a BREEDING ground for crazy because he is still unconsciously seeking that chaos in his life that he experienced as a child. 

Dudes, I used to BE a crazy magnet!! Have you read about my stalking experience in high school? Yep, true story. This shit used to be my jam, now I very literally don't resonate energetically in that space anymore. 

Lemme give you an example ... 

The night I went to the BDSM club, there was this dude at the bar that was friends with my friends. Before we went up to him I got pulled aside saying he has a fake accent and you can't ask him too much about himself. 

Huh? I replied

It's a long story - but just please don't. 

Word to the bird jellyfish, I replied and just kinda went about my day scoping out the club. 

I introduced myself to the dude, and could IMMEDIATELY recognize that he had soulless eyes. I didn't know what was going on, or why I felt that way - but it was this shock to my system from HEAD.TO.TOE. that I needed to leave. 

I then said I wanted to go to the dance floor where I proceeded to putz around - quite the opposite of the usual lifecaster in me that will ALWAYS look for a story (and how is there not a story with someone that rocks a fake accent and you can't ask bout his past)?? 

The next morning I call my friend and ask her about the dude. He had soulless eyes I said, what was his deal? 

XYZ used to torture people, literally. He worked for the government for a while and it fucked him up. His family was murdered when he was younger, and he literally became a trained killer. 

Does he still do it? I press on 

No, I mean, I don't think so. It was all through the government though. 

RIIIGGHHHHTTTTT, I said. 

This guy obviously had massive issues and the old Jen Jen growing up would have seen that wounded puppy and wanted to take them in and nurse them back to health. I used to be a caretaker, and a magnet for the crazy. NOW.I.FUCKING.RUN. 

Crazies feed off of your energy and they will absolutely eat you alive if given the opportunity. It is your job if you are a crazy magnet to figure out what in you attracted this scenario. It's a magnet!! It takes two to tango mothafucka - so what in YOU is resonating with these people and not running. 

Advice for the crazy magnet: Move out, immediately ... and start doing some self work, and healing on some of the things that happened to you growing up. Writing has been an INCREDIBLE tool for me, but maybe music would work better for you ... whatever, man - just get off your ass and do it. Life is too short to live in that big of a rut and your first step in moving forward is understanding what in you attracted those people. 

Here's his review on Mirror.net

His dateAbility ... 

 

He definitely needs a confidence boost based on some of the things he picked at about himself in the looks department. Dudes, newsflash - chicks care less about that shit than you think. MEN are more visual, so WOMEN have to know to keep their game stepped up ... but chicks are so focused on personality and genuine charm that I will very honestly give ANY GUY a chance at the bar as long as I just enjoy talking to them. 

 

Overall, the crazy magnet's dateAbility definitely has some room for improvement. I genuinely feel like he has no idea WHY he is attracting all of these people into his life - so I hope that this might serve as a guided next step on his journey to awesomeness. 

Rock on wit' yo nerdy self, and best of luck out there!!! Please please please keep us posted!! 

#thatisall

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OH! And here's how you write a review, and Mirror 101. Enough links already!! Shessshhhh 

Do you live in LA and would you like to go out on a date to be reviewed? Hit me up!! JenFriel at talknerdytomelover d c. I wanna hear from you!! xoxo


Wednesday
Feb292012

Fun with #OkCupid: There are more active local users in NYC than LA

OHHHH Okcupid. You are the peanut butter to my fluff, the pepperoni on my deep dish, the torch to my lady liberty. 

I heart OKC, but I actually haven't been using it to date as of late. I'm pretty much over it - I just have yet to find a fesible alternative that tickles my tastebuds. 

Either way, it's gnarly that today I'm working out of the Mirror office in the flatiron district and the little buggar keeps buzzing my phone with interested dudes. 

See, the local function on OKC allows you to meet up with other users close to you. It's pretty genius actually, and basically takes all of the BS out of the back and forth that online dating can lead to. 

I'm surprised that I'm getting flooded with so many requests today since I have yet to set a broadcast. Volume of course is one thing, quality is another. Look at some of these most recent broadcasts ... 

 

Who does this seriously work on?? Like the topless avatar right there, how many times has he published that broadcast and out of that, how many women was he able to close? I'm curious as to what the ratio is. Hmmmm hold on, I think I'm going to ask him. 

#brb