At first glance, this might seem an unusual choice. In fact, at second glance, too!
Having scathingly rejected some of the recent choices of my Choc Lit colleagues (gruesome; too waxed; in need of shears), I asked myself when was the first time that I remember feeling emotionally moved (note my delicacy of expression) by a member of the opposite sex (pun intended - perhaps not so delicate this time). The answer actually surprised me - it was when I saw Christopher Lee as Dracula in the Hammer horror film.
I was very young at the time, and I found the film - which began with drops of the reddest blood ever falling on to the top of a stone coffin - very scary. Yes, definitely scary, but something else, too. The moment that Christopher Lee/Dracula descended the wide staircase, tall, cloaked in black, confident and masterful, I’d felt a frisson of excitement run through me (OK, it’s a cliché, but if the cliché fits …).
I was a weeny bit concerned when Dracula’s interest in maidens appeared to centre solely on the neck area, and I was extremely concerned when I saw what he did with teeth that would have cost him a fortune at my dentist’s had they needed filling!
After my best friend and I had left the cinema, both of us giggling nervously, I explained my contradictory emotions to her over a coke float. Fortunately, she knew about everything, and she was able to tell me that a full carnal relationship had taken place before the exsanguination. The camera had been switched off at that moment.
That was all I’d needed to hear, and I went to bed that night, happily dreaming about the bit before, and conveniently forgetting what came after.