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#NerdsUnite: My first adult heartbreak (PT. 3)

<editorsnote> In this series of posts, I hope to explore and examine my first adult relationship and subsequent heart break in the hopes of releasing what may or may not still be present. </editorsnote> 

ANNND part 3. First up, this is a series of posts. So if you're just joining us, here is part 1 and part 2. Read that first, then come back. It's cool - I'll totes just twiddle my thumbs and wait. ::doop dee doo lah dee dah:: Ya back? RAD! Let's get going.

After that first day I told him I loved him things got awwwkkwwaaarrrrddd. Well, for me anyway. He played it super cool without over doing it. 

He hopelessly searched for a change of conversation though.

So, there is this wedding next week I got invited to, and I'd like to take you.

Wedding?? ::smiles:: Sure! Who's it for?

Dr. Phil's son, Jay McGraw.

Wait, Dr. Phil, Dr. Phil? Like Oprah's main duderino?

Yeah - Dr. Phil. I know his son, and the actual ceremony is private and on the family's property - but I've been invited to the reception at the Beverly Hills Hotel. I'd like to take you.

I LEAAAPPPPP into his arms!! OMG this sounds so FANTASTIC!!!

What to wear! What to wear!!! I don't have a lot of time to look for a dress!!

I kiss him on the cheek, grab the keys to my beetle convertible, and dash out the door to the mall.

Alrite, he might not be able to say he loves me yet, but this is HUGE! He's taking me to a wedding!! I HAVE to look perfect.

I scour all of the stores and find nothing. UGHHH!!!! You are not helping me here universe!! As is he gave me little notice, come ON there's got to be a dress here somewhere. I'll buy two if I have to and decide later - whatever it takes. I just have to find something.

Then out of the corner of my eye, this golden piece of perfection shimmers from the mannequin.




I stick my face up to the glass front of the store.




I say in a muffled voice.

It looked exactly like the dress from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

Like exactly ... like exactly exactly.

I run into the store.

The one in the window, I scream - I need to try it on ... NOW!!!

Yes ma'am, the store clerk said and within minutes I was in the fitting room.

I unzip the dress, and slip my body into it.

OMG OMG OMG!! It is hugging every curve!! OMG OMG OMG OMG!! This is amazing. I check out my ass in the mirror.

YES YES YES YES YES!!! I yell from the fitting room. It fits! It's perfect! I'll take it.

I put my clothes back on, and walk to the counter to pay for the dress. UUUGHHH!!! Remembering how much I paid for that dress makes my now VERY frugal self cringe - but it was worth it. Come on! How often do you get to go to a celebrity wedding at the Beverly Hills Hotel with the guy you are head over heels in love with? If this isn't the start of a lifetime movie with a happily ever after I don't know what is!!

The next week flew by, and before I knew it it was time for the wedding.

I got ready at Noah's house, but in an upstairs bedroom away from him.

It took me over 2 hours to get ready, but when I walked downstairs to greet him in the kitchen - it made it all worth it.

His jaw hit the floor. You look amazing, he said.

Why thank you! This old thang?? ::wink::

I then asked a friend of his who happened to be over to take a picture. Here is the actual photo ...


As humbly as possible ... but I still gotta say ... DAMNNNNN GINA!!!! I was kickin' it!

I had love in my heart, in my soul, and I was wearing it all over my face.

Look at that smile. BAHHH!!!! Happy happy Friel, right there.

Actual photo. They took our cameras, but I had a sneaky spy one that was pocket size. I've never published this anywhere else online, so please don't sue me Dr. Phil! We then headed over to the Beverly Hills Hotel, and the party was immediately popping. It was a really weird mix of people from the press and random celebrities. Larry King was there, along with David Foster ... Jay was marrying a playmate (Erica Dahm of the Dahm triplets) so there were also playmates in attendance. It was weird. Very. Very. Very. Weird.

BUTTTTT the place was UNBELIEVABLY beautiful, to this day I have never been to a wedding quite like that.

The dinner was easily 6 courses, and the liquor didn't stop flowing.

Dr. Phil was weird though. I have to call this out - he is a strange human being. We were told before we went into the reception that we were not allowed to address the doctor directly, and we should only speak to him if he speaks to us.

Dudes, this is HIS SON'S WEDDING!! Are you for real? You're saying this to Larry King and all these other WAY more famous people?? Let alone to family and people your son and now daughter are close friends with?

Was so fucking weird.

Oh ANNNDD, in his toast to Erica he called her a skinny bitch. I shit you not. His words were, "at first Erica we all just thought you were a skinny bitch, but then we quickly fell in love with you." I wrote that exact quote in my journal. What a whackadoodle noodle saying that to his now daughter on her wedding day. Such a strange man.

Noah and I then hit the dance floor, and love was in the air. I stared lovingly into his big brown eyes - I love you so much, I thought. I don't even care if you don't love me back, this moment is perfect ... this entire day, EVERY DAY since I've MET YOU has been perfect. I placed my head on his shoulder and we slow danced.

::deep breath:: So this is love.

Just then Babyface came on stage and started singing for the couple. I don't remember exactly what he played, but I assume it was something like this ...

UUUGGHHHHHHHH!!!! Babyface!!! You are speaking to my SOUL!!!!!

We slow danced for his entire jam session, and afterwards went back to our seats.

Noah, fueled by liquor and intoxicated with love songs then turns to me and says, I love you Jen. I do. I really do. It's just hard for me to say - I hope you can understand.

I get it, I just don't want you to say it if you don't feel it ...

... he cuts me off ... I feel it.

I love you.

He then kissed me.

WAIT! I say, I need a picture of this moment.

I then handed my super sneaky spy cam to someone at the table and snapped this photo ...


This is SO going on Myspace, I thought.

And there you have it, a picture of the actual moment he told me he loved me. HAHA true story, I was technically lifecasting before there was even a platform for it.

After the picture I resumed kissing him.

I love you, Noah McNoaherson (not his actual first and last name, but you get the idea)!!!!!!

I love you so much. Thank you for being in my life.

Thank you for being in mine, he said with a kiss.

We then spent the rest of the night dancing, drinking, and laughing. It was one of the greatest nights of my life. Not because of the celebrities, or the lavish wedding - but because for the first time someone I loved said he loved me, and after spending a lifetime being a black sheep and perpetual loaner - I had finally found my home. It was here with Noah, deep inside my heart. And I never wanted to leave.

Alrite chickadees, next up! Noah and I move in together (which we were already basically doing at that time ... but I formally give up my apartment, and some of my furniture from the Price is Right, and move forward full steam ahead into my new life).


click here to read part 4



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Nice, though Dr.Phil Seems like an ass.. i will never go to him with my problems

October 2, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterArt

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