Call it the Edward Cullen Effect. Call it vampire mania.
Call it the fact that I have bite marks all over my neck from my most recent date last night. And before you chalk that up to a freak incident, let me tell you that in the past three months, I've been bitten more times than I have in the past twelve years of my dating life.
In fact, the past three guys I've been on dates with have leaned in for the kiss - and then went for the bite. Last night was the worst though. I was hanging out with Lighting Designer, who I've been on three dates with. He made dinner at his apartment (and, honestly, I really did appreciate the sentiment, but I could tell he wasn't confident in the kitchen, so it was sort of stressful. I love dates when men know how to cook, when they can easily chop and pour a glass of wine and let you sit on the counter and watch...anyway, I digress). So we ate, had some wine, then were watching episodes of "Weeds" when he leaned in...and bit my neck!