Time to Effing #GetItOn: The Rules

Alrite, so I'm about to embark on my next social experiment today. BAHHHHH!!!! I'm very genuinely super nervous. It's one thing to put yourself out there, it's another to be documenting your trial and error. BAHHHH!!!

I'm super super super awkward in social settings like this - so I'm hoping this will alleviate a bit of my fear by just putting myself out there and seeing what comes back.

First though, I gotta start with some rules.

1. I will not publish where I am prior to my arrival.

- The purpose of the experiment is to organically meet boys IRL. If I publish it, I have a feeling I'll start to be tempted to tell people on here to find me ... etc. That could get weird. It absolutely 100% has to be organic. Like for real.

2. I will check in where I am on Foursquare (foursquare.com/jenfriel) but I will NOT tweet any commentary.

- Seriously. I know me ... I sit at bars on twitter and look like the most anti-social person on the planet. I HAAVVEEEEEE to disconnect. As a caveat however, if I find a funny thing to take a picture of ... etc ... I WILL be posting it on WhoSay. But general tweets of funny experiences etc are not at all allowed until after I leave the bar ... this means no bathroom tweets either, Jen!!!!!!!! Tangent: Why am I typing in the third person?! It's not like there's another person sitting here typing this ... it's just me ... and now I am STILL talking to myself. Wow ... issues. See why I am getting offline? Nerd-ervention time. Get a grip, girl.

3. I must not say that I am conducting a social experiment.

- No, like at all. If I down one too many brewskies and it slips - the dude has been tainted, and I must move on. VERY serious about that. I'm not going to lie ... I'm going to say I run a website, and if they ask about my shirt - of course I'll say it's from Effing Gear (as I am wearing their shirts as an ice breaker) ... but dude, I'm totally not going to say they're sponsoring it. I learned with OKC that the dudes that were IMMEDIATELY attracted to my experiment when they heard about it (since clearly I had a disclaimer) were total star fuckers. They either one, wanted to be psychoanalyzed, or two, they put me up on this platform and I somehow became this trophy of sorts that they wanted to capture because no one else could. Messed with my noggin, and I didn't like it ... at all; the experiment became bigger than the nerd behind it. My b, hey, you reap what you sow. But it's a LOT easier to control this way- so I'm going to go with it.

Tonight is like literally the PERRRFEEECCTTTT night to start this thing since it's Cinco de Drinko, and EEVVEERRYOONNEEEE in LA will be partying at Happy Hour - I'm stoked. 

I'll be posting my findings each night or morning depending on my level of intoxication ... which to be honest based on a couple of beers won't be that intense ... but who knows ... I have very literally no idea what I am going to walk into with this one. At least when you date online you can pick who you are going to meet, etc. I ran off of an algorithm, so there was a certain level of comfort. Today, I throw myself at the wolves. No numbers, no figures, just chemistry.

Ugh. No bullshit guys, I'm so scared man. UUUUGGHHHHHHHHHH I hate hate hate going to bars to meet boyssssssssss.

::breathe::

Alrite, wish me luck.

I REFUSE to end up being a cat lady that doesn't like cats.

HIT IT B!!!

#nerdsunite

or do they??? BAHHHHHHHH!!!!