#Time2Stun: Secret Life of Stunners (I'm with the band)

The secret life of stunners is a collection of posts highlighting the adventures occured while rocking sunglasses from Stunner of the Month. Do you dare to stun? (Click here to find out more about their subscription based sunglasses service.)

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What's up homeslices??

Dudes, on Friday I had a hilariously wild adventure ... as usual. 

So, I'm walking down Hollywood blvd getting my costume for Hef's party at the Playboy Mansion Saturday. ::cough cough not so humble of a brag 7 years strong:: 

Either way, I picked up my costume (which btw you can negotiate and I had no idea. The guy offered me 20% off as I was leaving at first, and then I said 30 and you have a deal. Bing bang boom - I got 30% off just so I'd shop there and not go to his competition. AH-mazing, AND I found the perfect costume.), and as I was walking out I saw a DM from a good bud of mine in social media. 

Hey, the guy that I mentioned to you wants to meet you, she said. 

Rad! I replied back. 

If you say he's good peeps then I'm game. 

He's amazing peeps, she said. He's actually in a pretty popular band. 

What band? I asked. 

She then told me. 

The second I read it ... I.FLIPPED.MY.SHIT. on Hollywood blvd. 

I am OOOOBBBBSSSEEEEESSSEEEEDDDDDD with this band, and one of their singles in particular is in my top 5 for favorite songs ever. The beat is so ... visceral. It just touches that part of your soul that makes life worth living. 

I can't believe I didn't connect the dots, I admitted. (Albeit I was running around, but I should have made the connection faster.) 

Enjoy! She said. 

The duderino and I then exchanged emails, and quickly swapped phone numbers. 

I supremely kept how big of a fan I was on the DL to not call myself out too quickly. I'm all for embracing my inner dork, but you gotta stay mildly cool if for no other reason to not completely freak dudes like this out. 

I have a work thing tonight, but would you like to stop by? 

Sure, I said. 

It's at a club where there are sparklers and champagne. 

I laughed thinking it's not normally my scene, but when was the last time I was at an LA club?? 

Come to think of it I genuinely can't remember. At LEAST 3 years ... has to be longer ... fuck, I'm getting old. 

I then hopped in the shower and a few hours later started to get ready. 

I started jamming out to some music in the apartment, but decided that I needed to calm myself down with a solid pre-game to not be too "fan-girl-ish" around this dude. 

Beer, I said. The cause of and solution to all of life's problems. 

I then jetted out of the house down a half mile or so to the convenient store. 

As I walked by the bar across the street from the store, this guy began waving his hands in front of my face stopping me. 

I removed my headphones, and smiled saying hello!! 

Here, he said placing his hand out. 

He then grabbed my hand and began spinning me around. 

Wow, he and his friends said. 

I started laughing. Well at least my outfit is a hit, I thought.

Thank you tremendously for the compliment I said to the guys as I crossed the street, grabbed my beer, and continued getting ready. 

I then popped on the city bus and headed over to the club. 

Actual photoMy name was on the list, so I was cool - but I have to admit, being so removed from that scene now it was a bit jarring being back. The lines, the noise, people pushing ... wow, I did not miss this, I thought. 

I was about to tweet my discontent when suddenly I hear JEN FRIEL from behind me. 

I turn around. 

I love your website, he said. 

HIIII!!! I say super excited. Thank you so so much for reading!! 

I love your stories AND you guys kicked our ass in trivia.

I started laughing. 

That is the greatest sentence I have ever heard, I said back. 

You're great, he said. Talk to you soon. 

And just like that ... my new friend was gone. 

<tangent> FTR, if you guys ever see me out and about, PLLLEEEAASSSSEEEEEEE say something. You NEVER bother me, and I can't begin to tell you how humbling it is and how UNBELIEVABLY awesome you all are. I'm ALWAYS game to kick it, and 9/10 times, you're also TOTALLY welcome to come and party with whomever I am with. I def have a more the merrier attitude with everything in life if you can't tell. </tangent>

I then texted my new friend (the musician) giving him a heads up that I was here. 

Knowing that he was busy though, I went over to the bar and got myself a drink. 

Within seconds of stepping away from the bar, a guy approached me. 

Who are you here with, he asked shouting in my ear. 

Myself, I said. I'm here to say hey to someone but he's working right now. 

AHHH, he said. So this means I can occupy your time? 

I smile.

Hi, I'm Jen. 

Hi, I'm Raul, he said (names changed to protect the guilty). 

We then started chatting. 

He told me how he was from Transylvania, and how he's been in this county since he was 9. 

Wait, Transylvania??? I asked. 

Yeah, he said. 

Have you been to Dracula's castle???

Of course, he said. 

Amazing!! You might be one of my new favorite people ever, I said with a smile. 

Let's go hit the dance floor, he said. 

Alrite, first though, I have to go say hi to my friend. I'll brb. 

I then walked over to the back, I could feel my new friend's eyes on my ass as I walked away. 

Werk it Friel, WERK IT GIRL!!! Shake what yo' mama gave you!! 

I then walked over to one of the back sections motioning to the guard that I was a friend of this person's. 

He nodded his head as he walked me in. 

I then see the musician. 

AARRGHHHHHHHHH, my inner dork squealed. 

Such.A.Fan. 

Hi, I said, calm cool and collected. 

Hi, he said as he kisses my cheek. 

I then quickly realize he is still working, so I say I will catch him when he is done. 

Great, he says with a smile. 

I then return to Raul. 

Hi friend, I say coming up from behind him. 

He smiles. Let's dance. 

We then toooorrrreeeeeee up the dance floor for about 2 hours. 

From electronic to Sinatra, the beats were slamming. 

I quickly lost track of time and before I knew it, it was 1:45 and the lights were coming up. 

Would you like a ride back home? my dancing partner asked me. 

I stared at him and judged the fact that he was 75% less harmless than half of the population on the city bus at this hour. 

Sure, I said. 

Great, let's go. 

(Coincidentally too this guy and I just happened to be neighbors. Good guy, genuinely and in the smallest world ever category we had a handful of mutual friends.) 

I then left without saying good bye to the musician. 

Moments later we arrive back at my place.

Here, I say, let me give you my phone number.

(And by phone number, I mean the google voice number that I change every few weeks. Not that I wasn't attracted to this dude or anything, but meeting a guy at a club isn't high on my list of priorities.) 

Are you sure you don't want to go back to my place, he pressed. 

No, I said. I'm really good. I had a wonderful evening, thank you for the ride. 

He then moves in and opens his mouth SUPER wide. 

As he inches closer to my face I start to tense up. Oh god, oh god. Who actually opens their mouth this wide?? He's going in for a ... 

He then plants the MESSIEST and teeth-iest kiss I have EVER felt in my entire life. 

It was a combination of biting and sucking ... I genuinely don't even know how to describe it. 

This must be how they do it in Transylvania, I thought. 
Oh dear god please be over soon. 

He then continued kissing me for a SOLID minute before I pushed him off. 

Whew, I said. HOT! (I tried to keep a straight face.) 

Thank you again, I said as I opened the car door. 

That's it??? He presses. 

Yes it is, I say slamming the door. 

I don't owe this dude shit and if he thinks for ONE SECOND he's coming into my apartment he's got another thing coming. 

Maybe the 22 year old Jen would have done that, but the 27 almost 28 in charge domme says fuck-you, I'm done - now go away. 

I then get inside and text the musician saying how lovely it was meeting him this evening. 

The next day I get a text from him inviting me out again Sunday night. 

It was another work event, so I chose to sit this one out. 

This is the problem though with getting involved with musicians - they have INSANE schedules. I work a lot too, obvi, but I can create my own schedule. These guys can't.

<tangent> I actually dated and almost got into a relationship with a musician earlier this year. He was the guy that I stood up actually when Romeo came back into my life. If it ever got out I think teeny boppers everywhere would have. my. head. I am grateful to still be standing, and the guy and I are still friends so I guess no harm, no foul. </tangent>

Either way, the musician and I have been texting back and forth hoping to schedule some time to kick it. Kinda funny though here I was thinking I was going out on a date with a rockstar and I ended up making out at 2 am with a dude from Transylvania with a hard on for biting. 

See what happens when you rock @StunMo glasses? 

Insanity. 

#YAYLIFE

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#NerdsUnite: The secret life of a veterinary technician

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Lindsay. She and I met ... well, somewhere in the social space. I think we might have started talking through this site directly, then through facebook - maybe ... I'm not sure. But she's awesome. I talk to her on twitter almost every day, and she's really rad and TOTALLY a big huge animal lover. Like crazy huge!! In these series of posts she will be talking about her life and random adventures with sometimes more than two legged creatures. I guess there's only one more thing left to say ... HIT IT LINDSAY!!</editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @TheCraftafarian

I finished setting up the website/blog for the rescue group my clinic works with: Faith Hope and Love Rescue. The webpage they currently use is the basic info page shelters get when they sign up with PetFinder.com and its really simple. 

The one I set up for them is also basic but its more pleasing to the eye and I think more user friendly. I set it up through my blogger account, currently it will just be informative but if they would like to use it for posts and updates I'll help with that as well. (Here's the new one)

They were really excited to see it and I'm hoping that the next step will be to purchase a domain name so its easier to find them. The big plans in process for the rescue is trying to get funding to open up a shelter. I really want to help them get started with that. I gave them my email and phone number in case they want to ask me for help with anything. 

Another animal advocacy group I'm involved in is the No Kill shelter movement. I've also given them my contact info because there is going to be very important animal advocacy legislation coming next year. January is when they are planning to reach out to us for help. Here's a few links about the group, and this isn't a new idea. The first no kill open admission shelter celebrated it's 10th year of saving 90% or more of pets. The average in regular shelters is about 50%, some better, some worse (*coughpetacough*).

And in awesome news: 

David and I have planned our weekend getaway to Miami! Yay :) Going to see a comedy show, lay on the beach, shop a little, and just have fun. I can't freaking wait! We are driving down in my pretty car and I just know we will have a blast. 

Starting today is National Veterinary Technician Appreciation week. We are often an under-appreciated profession, by our bosses, coworkers, and customers. (Not at my place though! Our group is great together.) Take a moment this week to give them/us a special thanks :) I can't wait to get my two fellow techs little gifts. Also one of the techs is our manager and boss's day is Tuesday so we are going to make sure she and our vet get something nice. 

#nerdsunite

<3 Lindsay 
twitter: @thecraftafarian
blog: craftafarian.blogspot.com
email: craftafarian at gmail d c

#NerdsUnite: Fall into the (generation) gap

a hoi hoi mi amigos,

So, last night I had a WICKED rad convo with the guy I've been seeing that I just had to share. To understand the root of this convo, I kinda have to break some of this down ... 

I met this guy online earlier this month. He messaged me and genuinely had one of the BEST profiles I had ever seen. He's already crazy established, has kids (divorced), and is not only SUPER logical and strategic but also into consciousness. 

Perfection, right? Totally my type. 

He's 46 and while we have both never mentioned our age gap, it's obviously a constant. 

Last night was our second date and we saw The Book of Mormon (which btw was AHHHMAZING!!!! I was laughing so hard at points I was legit crying). 

After the play we decided to pop next door and grab drinks over at Dillons (one of my fav bars in LA). 

As we're walking in, I see a seat available by the bar. 

Excuse me, I say to the guy next to the stool, is this seat taken?

He turns around and I say, omg! Hey dude! (It turns out to be a dude I met at Big Wangs like 3 years ago that I friended on Facebook.) Jen Friel, I say clutching my hands to my chest. 

HEYYYYY!!! He says with a big smile. The seat is all yours!! 

I then turned around going up to another table asking the guys if I could grab their extra chair, and just like that - wham bam thank you ma'am, my date and I had seats. 

We sit at the bar. 

We both order beers. 

My friend pays. 

I smile thanking him and introduce him to my date. 

My friend's date also came back from the bathroom at that point so the four of us then all took shots and talked for a few moments. 

My friend is two years younger than me, but having both him and my date in my eye line kept the notion of age a focal point. 

What do you think is worse, I asked my date, (as a female) being in your late 30s or even 40s and having never been married, or being divorced? 

Definitely having never been married, he admitted.

Why? I asked. 

Because in your late 30s you're extremely pressured to have children immediately. I was just dating this woman, and within the first few weeks of dating she said she wanted to have kids with me. 

Weird, I said. 

Women who are in their 40s have accepted the fact that they aren't going to have kids, so that makes it easier, but you also wonder what is wrong with them for not being married.

True, I nodded. 

What do you think is the "perfect" dating age range then? 

27-early 30s, he said. 

I laughed since I'm 27. 

You're established at that age and you still have this amazing enthusiasm, he admitted. 

I totally get it, I said. I have this whole theory on bitches being crazy before they're 25 in LA (especially the more commercially attractive they are). 

Women who receive their validation strictly from outside influences are terribly unbalanced and genuinely bat shit. (I can speak from personal experience, clearly.) It wasn't until I came more into my own skin and found EXTREME confidence in professional success that things just "clicked" for me for lack of a better word. 

He agreed.

What about you, he asked throwing the question back to me? 

I started laughing. You're asking a pro here (he had been teasing me for most of the evening on being such a "dating expert."), so do you really expect an easy answer? 

I continue.

I can speak from personal experience that I am finding enormous enjoyment dating guys in their 40s now. I have found guys in their 20s to be too inexperienced in life to keep my interest. Guys in their 30s are all super super super career focused and super super super aware of "getting to that next level" - whatever that means for them. Guys in their 40s though are already at that next level. They've become who they are generally going to be, and are at (I feel like) the same place professionally I am right now. 

He agreed. 

You have to be careful though with guys in their 30s and 40s though. 

What do you mean? He pressed. 

Well, I've dated guys in their 30s who were IMMEDIATELY looking to settle down. It freaked me out a few times, actually - I had dudes that REALLY wanted to put a ring on it without even knowing who I was, or anything about me. They were looking for the "wife" placeholder, and I came along and they just said YEP without really thinking it through. 

Then, you have the guys in their 40s though that are EXTREMELY set in their ways. Divorced, or forever single -  I haven't seen much of a difference. Guys like this obviously are still looking for someone but they need that someone to fit into THEIR life versus searching for the compromise. 

Really? We're stubborn? No way, he said with a smile placing his hand on my leg.

Yep, I said. It can be very frustrating. 

What do you think is the perfect age range? he then asked. 

I'm not sure, I admitted. I'm still finding that part out. There is a big part of me that is always hungry for knowledge and learning. If I at least align my energy with someone older I am not only intellectually stimulated with great conversation, but there is so much I can learn from that person. I strive to surround myself with people better than me. 

He smiled.

And there you have it nerds. Apparently I am in the prime of my life and I am still as confused as ever. Fortunately in 100 years we're all dead anyway, so there's really no downside here, right? 

... right? 

#nerdsunite

#NerdsUnite: Ask That Nerdy Chick (breaking free from shame)

It is my goal for 2012 to take a lot of my weird and wonky experiences as a lifecaster and help nerdy peeps out by providing a frank (not shirley) and honest answer to some weird and potentially random questions you may have about life. 

Here's one I got the other day ... 

Emails like this absolutely HURT.MY.HEART. 

Can't you guys FEEL the shame this poor dude is feeling?

HORRIBLE.HORRIBLE.HORRIBLE.

Alrite dude, the fetish is the leading cause of stress in your life because you are allowing it to be. I'm here today, right now, to tell you that IT IS OKAY!! All of my slaves are extremely successful, most have families in fact, and look like ANYONE you would see at the grocery store or on the soccer field. You're not alone, I have three other emails in my inbox right now actually from OTHER dudes expressing the same concern. 

18 is an awkward age for fetish expression, so I empathize greatly with your predicament. When people don't understand something (like a fetish) they immediately shun it and make fun of the person who is expressing it. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. This is merely THEIR OWN projections and THEIR OWN ignorance. 

What would I suggest doing? 

Have you tried meeting someone online? Maybe even try FetLife or one of the fetish social networks. You can't control people's juvenile reactions to what you are experiencing, but you can market yourself better to people who might respond better. (Work smarter, not harder) 

THEENNNN, after you have a positive experience there (which no doubt you will since again, it's a fetish social network), you will naturally start to feel more comfortable in your own skin and should you meet someone organically IRL you will be less hesitant about opening up to them WHICH will ultimately give you more confidence anyway and help break you free from this shame. 

Sexual charges, and sexual impulses are CARNAL. They have to, have to, have to be expressed. You can't deny this part of who you are, but again it is your job to better position yourself with someone that will ALSO be turned on by this fetish. 

Stay sane duderino, and again, know you are very very very much not alone.

Love you so long time it hurts and CONGRATS on being so brave and reaching out. 

To keep an even score of vulnerability, want to know my fetish?? watch! =) 

Got a question? Drop me an email! JenFriel at TalkNerdyToMeLover dot com

ORRRRR you can message me on Facebook and if it's within 140 characters on the twitter!

Best of luck out there nerds!!

xoxo <3 @JenFriel