When I was in high school and college, I loved everything-vampires. Blame it on Anne Rice, she fueled the obsession. But even before then, I thought vampires were the absolute coolest, scariest, hottest thing in the world.
I even visited our "local vampire" in Potomac (world's best basement shop EVER).
But then something shifted...I can't pin point exactly when. God knows it wasn't from watching that Twilight shit (yes, I read the books, but damn it was hard...I can't even sit myself through the movies...there isn't even alcohol in my bloodstream to survive that).
But one day I picked up a book, because I'm a reading whore, and it was about werewolves, and I thought "damn, not bad." So I read some more, and let's face it, they were Porn With Plot....and they were good. So I checked back with the vampires and....eh. Didn't do it for me.
I wonder if it's a maturity thing? Perhaps when a person hits 30, hot vampires turn into hot wolves?
Hmmmm, someone must have a research paper written about that somewhere....
In other news, I am still a gluten free vegetarian and doing FABULOUS :)
