Vampires...Really?

A friend of mine got me a subscription to Red Book.  Now normally I don't read magazines, unless I am in the waiting room of a doctor or dentist, but I have to admit RB has some fantastic articles.  They are enlightening and funny as hell!  I'm all about funny these days.  Make me laugh and I'll love you forever.  Laughter helps counteract these dreary winter blahs as well as my total lack of love life.  But...enough about me.

One article was entitled, Vampires...Really?  Guys were asking questions about women, things they truly didn't understand about the superior sex.  They don't understand our fascination with vampires.  The explanation was a bit cliche for my taste. ( fangs = penetration = sex.  Blood loss = euphoric stupor = great orgasm.)  Not that it isn't inherently correct, but baby, that's not why they turn me on!

Okay, so more abut me.  (This may fall under the heading of TMI.  Feel free to cover your eyes.)  I am a neck girl.  Yep, from soft kisses behind my ear,  to full fledged bites on my shoulder,  the very thought makes me weak in the knees.  Little nibbles along the tendon (or is it a ligament?) running from my neck to my shoulder puts my motor in overdrive.  Vroom-Vroom! 

Feel free to weigh in her boys and girls!  What melts your butter?

So fellas, don't knock those vamps--learn from them.  Oh, and there's always the femoral artery down south!  Vampires looking better to you yet, boys?

I have WAY too much time on my hands...