I just can't see what's so appealing about them. Stephenie Meyer's vampires, that is. They are cold, hard, sparkly, and they want to eat you. Not to mention, either you've got to be a killer yourself, or you've got to grow old watching your husband stay the same.

NO! I want a warm man. One who's soft, whose chest I can crawl up to when I feel all alone, who can warm me when I'm cold, who can grow old with me. One that doesn't want to kill me. And who can go to the beach with me, and do all kinds of things. A romantic dinner, for instance.

Just imagine sharing a bed with a Meyer-vamp. *shudder* No way. I don't want to hug a rock or an ice cube, I want to hug a person! Flesh and blood! One that can actually kiss me, too. Any volunteers for a hug?

Bah. Twilight-vampires, what's the big deal? I don't find them fascinating at all.