I was dating these two girls, I'll call them S and B, they were both pagan and S was always talking about how she's a vampire. First hearing about this, as a regular human being, I was skeptic. Then I said to myself, "Get into it, even though you know none of it is real I bet it'd be fun" so I lifted my veil of disbelief and got into it. About a week later I actually believed just about all of it. It was a crazy time. I had crazy cool threesomes like 5 times a week, I let B drink my blood once and S drank a few times. I tried to practice magic, I wore stones around my neck and thought there was a spirit attached to a ring I wore. I always had someone who could buy me weed and alcohol and I had some crazy times. After I broke up with them I still believed in a lot of it. It was a big part of my life and I believed it all. Gradually, the real world brought me back and after I was back to believing 0% of it I said "You know what, that decision was great, I had so much fun actually believing all this shit and thinking I was magical." It took a few months out of my life where I didn't do much self improvement but to be honest I'm so glad I did it because what an experience.