It took me sometime to jump on the bandwagon and become a boundary challenged Twilight fan…but now that I have joined the rest, there is absolutely no turning back. I am Pretty Obsessed…with all things Twilight.  I am consciously, slowly reading through Eclipse, I could have without  a doubt, finished the book in just one sitting. However, every turn of the page brings me closer to the end…and I don’t want there to be an end. No, I want more, and more and more …Psycho I know…and I am fully aware that there is a fourth book…still I shall take my time. It’s as though I am taking in small doses of the lifestyle I have become quietly addicted to and thus I much rather devour each page, by taking my time tasting the words as the chain of events unfold between Edward and Bella…It is my own personal drug.

Opening the book for my next fix brings me indescribable feelings of giddiness, among other kinds of feelings too explicit to mention.  This got me thinking…what the hell is wrong with me and the rest of …well everyone! We are obsessed with the Vampire phenomenon, (the Twilight Saga in particular)…and we have let it consume us for sometime now, long before My Edward entered my life.

So why do I think I let my lust for mythical creatures torment my lamb-like soul?  …Werewolf’s included? When I start to think about it, it becomes pretty damn obvious.  The better question quickly becomes, why wouldn’t we women be truly, madly, deeply…psychotically in love with the idea of having a Vampire fall in love with us.  Everywhere we look we are forced to take in some level of disappointment.  There is poverty, hunger, greed, and not-so-sexy lust ridden men sharing our living space on a daily basis. The chance to escape into another reality is a tantalizing thought to say the least.

With that said, the rest is obvious…Vampires are meant to be incredibly easy on the eyes, physically flawless in every sense, this allows them to seduce us into their arms and quench their blood-thirst…And since we are programmed to respond to males who have the best chance of being able to father/rear our children, we automatically find the perfectly sculpted, tall, immensely strong, protective, sexually-able vampire man an A-plus candidate. Then there is the fact that they are usually depicted as powerful and wealthy. And why wouldn’t they be?  …they are immortal, and can come equipped with special powers, such as seeing the future! Having the uncanny ability to predict trends in  the stock market  allows them to accumulate wealth in their sleep…jk, they don’t sleep! If my boyfriend was immortal, and had the power to see the future…AND he didn’t sleep…well let’s just say, I’d hear a few less sighs and cuss words throughout the day…and more comments like the ones he says out loud during one of his many self-loving moments, “How does it feel to be with a legend?!” or “Your man is kind of a big deal!”

Hmmm…I won’t entertain that thought further…for now, I like to imagine that he is my own personal vampire, who merely chooses to lead a “normal” life to fit in with the rest of the folks in this small gloomy town. His cover happens to be the ever respectful White Coat…but before he steps through the door, the White Coat comes off…and my obsession turns on…making  me his chosen mortal who he will move mountains…and stop cars at a moments notice for.

After-all, how can we ignore that there is an element of danger that lurks when you have a vampire as a lover. This only adds to their attraction, because it should be wrong on some level that  ‘bad behavior’ turns me on. But the fact that it is forbidden and unpredictable makes it exciting…enter romantic tension…and I am the lamb and he is the lion.  And what is sexier than a man wanting you so badly, that he will fight the impossible fight for you?

A nonhuman man who brings everything to the table…and on top of it all, is willing to go to the end of the world for you and with you. So he may behave like a  jerk at times, and is a bit controlling, intimidating, even scary…but, as I have come to learn…behind every jerk is a twisted, impossibly vulnerable guy, whose passion for his lamb surpasses all rationale…ahem, my real life vampire boyfriend… and who can resist that? Not me…not ever.