The Vampire vs. Werewolf Issue

I have finally gotten around to reading the Twilight series; I was curious to see what all the fuss was about (the last time I did this the result was that I spent about four years repeatedly slogging through the halls of Hogwarts, so it was with no little trepidation that I ventured again into the realms of the supernatural).

If I understand it correctly - and mind you, I have no wish to blow an afternoon or six months at the computer reading all the relevant posts - two rival camps have sprung up as a result of this literary and cinematic phenomenon, each group peopled mostly with tween and young teen girls who dispute issues of such cataclysmic importance as why Robert Pattison was chosen to play vampire Edward Cullen, and who's "better" - vampire Edward or werewolf Jacob.

Now, I'm about 2/3 of the way through book 3, so admittedly I don't know how all this turns out, but I have been giving it some thought from my creaking, middle aged perspective : Vampires vs. werewolves....Team Edward vs. Team Jacob.

Edward? Tormented, romantic, very protective, very powerful. All hot, yeah. But...what happens when your feet get cold in bed at night? Somehow this vampire gig does not seem to lend itself to snuggliness..

Jacob? Also very protective, very powerful...not so tormented, not so tragically romantic. More FUN, and despite his agonies over becoming a werewolf I get the impression now he thinks it's kinda cool. However, some general thoughts about werewolf-husbandry: Do they shed?Do they pee on the furniture? Definitely warmer under the covers! However, do they hog the bed? We've got three little guys (under 15#) in bed at night and as it is I'm on the edge with one foot hanging out...But at least I could manage the health care aspects ("honey, it's time for your rabies vaccine, and your claws definitely need a trim. But could you please try not to bite me this time??" "Honey, for the last time, if you don't put your laundry IN the hamper, I'm bringing home the anesthetic and a surgery pack and it's snip-snip for YOU!"

So, back to the middle age perspective. I am from time to time experiencing these little episodes my (male) doctor laughingly (because he's never HAD one) calls "power surges." Female friends my age know what I'm talking about but for those of you who don't let me see if I can describe it. There you are, about to drift off to sleep, cozy and warm (other than the one foot forced out from under the covers by the aforementioned crowd of small dogs) and suddenly without warning you are producing enough BTU's to heat a reasonably sized midwestern town on a cold January night. It's flip off the blankets or die, open the window or melt. Heaven help you if you're, well, engaging in some sort of intimacy, since your partner suddenly finds himself wondering why you're screaming "aaarrrrghhh, get-offa-me-get-offa-me-NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!").

At this point, I'm thinking...snuggling with a vampire, who's cold to begin with and (from what I just read last night) actually grows COLDER when, um, you know....suddenly doesn't seem so daunting after all.

And what is Edward, about a hundred years old anyway? Middle age doesn't seem so old any more at that.

Is it hot in here or is it just me?