The movie and TV industry is full of sexy vampire talk as of late. Bucket loads full of sexy vampires. What, there’s like Twilight and Vampire Diaries and True Blood all making vampires look… uhm… hot, and although I tire of the hype, I will admit that I finally saw the first of the Twilight series (I’ll stop at that) and totally fell in love with Edward (well, just thought he was a *little* dreamy at times) even though before that movie I thought he was horrid looking. Must be those glowing eyes, huh, and that bad-boy forbidden love thing.
Oh, sexy vampires. I’d like to think you are a new thing, but you’re not. We all remember Interview With a Vampire when Brad Pitt was made one of the immortal kind. That was hot, right?
Unfortunately, there’s a little thing about vampires that allows for them to be sexy: the fact that they are rarely met in real life. When that happens, it’s a totally different story. See, I’ve met one before, and the story was just awkward and confusing, as is any encounter when a guy tries to bite your neck.
Study abroad in Italy was great. I was 20 and with a wonderful group of students my age. We all went out and met heaps of people from around the world. One night, we met a guy who barely spoke English but was determined to sit at a table of pretty, young ladies. We all “chatted” and thought he was nice and cute, but strange… and very persistent.
Of course, being Italian, he started flirting and whatnot with all the ladies, including myself, until it got out of control. It got to the point where he kept trying to kiss my friend and she eagerly avoided that option. Then, he actually bit her neck. Yep… bit.
Not to draw blood or anything, but still VERY creepy. This was years ago now, but I think we all kind of jetted from that place to forget about the creepy Italian dude hopefully forever.
A month passed, the term ended, and I headed out for 2 weeks of travel on my own around Italy, which resulted in me meeting other travelers and taking them to Verona for a couple of days to play tour guide. And, when in Italy, what do you do on a nice day besides stop at a cafe?
I was deep in conversation with the two travelers I had met as we sat at the table, but my shocked-and-nothing-else-matters look as our waiter approached the table told them immediately that a) I knew this guy, and b) the reunion was not something I wanted to happen.
He smirked as he recognized who I was; I laughed at my luck and covered my neck in preparation.
Luckily, “dude” was at work so my chance of having a vampire encounter was at a minimum. I giggled as I ordered my cappuccino from him because I had been having all sorts of random strange Italian men reunions across this small country, and this was just another one to add to the list.
My travel partners forced me to divulge my story of this flirtatious Italian and his vampire kiss night from a month before, which of course they thought was hilarious (it kind of was). However, something almost cute happened next that caught me further off-guard.
The cappuccino I had ordered was brought out to the table first by this sexy Italian vampire and presented with eager expectation and a little bit of shy nervousness. I looked down to see something I will never, ever forget: my name expertly written in the creamy froth of the coffee. How friggin’ cute is that?
Mr. Vampire, you may be creepy at night at bars, but you sure do know how to make a girl feel special when she orders her coffee.