I'm not on any vampire "team." Maybe.

The other day, I found myself in the middle of a conversation about vampires, namely those of Twilight, True Blood, and other shows/movies/books. While I'm not a rabid Twilight fan, I do enjoy True Blood and have been catching up on the series via Netflix. It seems like everyone's obsessed with vampires these days, as the books, shows, and movies have completely invaded our world. Otherwise rational women seem to believe that Edward or Bill Compton want to whisk them away to some dungeon and suck their blood, but I... don't get it. I just like True Blood for its storyline.

So anyway, we're in the middle of this conversation debating the relative hotness of certain vampires and whether or not one would run away with said vampire, and I'm thinking to myself about how silly it all is. Then, suddenly, I remembered: I, too, had fallen for a vampire once; in fact, it was more than 20 years ago. Even as a child, I wasn't immune to the charm of half-dead, canine-toothed zombie.

Reliable sources who like to make fun of me tell me that, as a little girl, I was absolutely crazy for The Count from Sesame Street. As in I used to say I wanted to marry The Count. Maybe it was his big nose, his OCD-like counting of everything, or perhaps it was his monocle that did me in. It was all so long ago, however, that I don't remember much about my crush, or even about The Count himself. Thank goodness for Wikipedia, which has provided me with some refreshers on my love from long ago. Who knew that The Count doesn't have a reflection in mirrors (like a real vampire!), that he doesn't sleep in a coffin (not like a real vampire), or that his affinity for numbers may stem from an old myth about vampires' fascination with counting objects? I also forgot about the bats, cobwebs, and numerous cats inside his castle. Gross. Clearly, we wouldn't have worked out in the long run.