As the vampiest woman in the world, I often get asked: Do I ever fall in love?
I’ll tell you later on, but first, let me tell a little story. It all started when I was 17, just days before commencing my senior year in high school at an exclusive boarding school for girls in a little town in upstate New York.
I went to a street festival with my good friend (who has since become a psychic in San Francisco). It was one of those gorgeous late summer days: warm and sunny, but turning a little chilly at night. We watched the sunset from the memorial stone steps leading from downtown up to a well-known university that was also in town.
Along came two young men, both fresh-faced freshman at the university. To make a long story short, we hung out all evening together, eventually going to hear some music.
Mik (short for Mikhail) and I quickly paired up and we held hands, danced the night away and kissed at the end of a magical evening.
I fell in love for the first time that night. And I’ve fallen in love several times since then.
In fact, I’ve fallen in love with falling in love. When the magic is there, the moon is full, the music moves me and the chemistry is right, I fall in love.
Since then, I’ve learned to recognize the difference between falling in love with a man and falling in love with love. Sometimes the chemistry takes over but it's always wise to do your due diligence. Vetting a man takes time, because you need to look for the patterns in his behavior.
Of course, the men in my life are all forewarned. At least I'm honest and I let them know that they're messin’ with the vampiest woman in the world, a woman who knows how to play men even better than the most skilled seducer, the most dashing Don Juan, the most romantic Romeo.
Most men and women are caught in a cat and mouse game: negotiating the thorny issues of lust and love.
The huge advantage we women, and especially us vamps, have in the game of love is the fact that we hold the key. We can say yea or nay. We can tease and taunt all we want and ultimately, we get to select which man is worthy of our glorious bodies and our precious time.
|I'm in love with falling in love. |
But very few men have gained the key to my precious purple heart.
Anyway, back to the subject of love. While I may fall in love easily, that doesn’t mean that any old Romeo gets the real thing: my heart. Love takes time. Love requires a foundation of trust and respect. My Romeo must be patient for my love to rain down upon him.
God save the man who professes his love but forgets to show respect in all matters and at all times. There must be a lot of men like that, because there are many words to describe them: Player. Don Juan. Casanova. Lady-killer. Lothario. Seducer. Philanderer. Skirt-chaser. Wolf.
In contrast, there is only one word for a woman with the shoddy morals of these men: the “s” word. A vamp doesn’t get taken in and seduced by a man, no matter how charming a Romeo he may be.
A vamp, unlike a slut, seduces men and may even exploit them, but she plays by her rules, not his. Rules that she sets, that she lives by and that guide her in the game of love and lust.
So the final answer to your question?
Yes, absolutely, this vamp can fall in love.
But while many men have tickled my fancy, stimulated my mind and satisfied my vampiness, very few men have ever gained the key to my precious purple heart.