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

Oct 23

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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.