Not your average first date material...

I think I dated a vampire the other night. We're not talking a Twilight sexy vampire, we're talking a creepy-bite-your-neck-and-might-wear-a-cape kind of vampire. All the prerequisites were were there, it just took some time to put them together. For example, he was taller. Not tall enough to be abnormal and draw attention, but definitely tall enough to be a vampire- everyone knows vampires aren't short. He also had albino white skin. And his eyes were black with a sinister sheen. Okay, the sheen wasn't there... but it could have been. Even his hair was crow black and receded into a perfect widows peak. Shudder. And as if his black coat was a coincidence. Also, he was extremely intelligent and interesting. In fact, there were moments when his charm captivated me. Or maybe it was the ice cream I was eating. Hmmm. Then out of nowhere, he got all crazy moody and manipulative on me. WTF?! The way I see it, I'm lucky to be alive! That guy was straight up vampire material, I kid you not- when he was talking and I was looking at his lips (don't judge), I saw pointy incisors. I'm not kidding. Shudder. That's when I had to say, "Peace out Count Dracula!"