Speed dating.. the aftermath

Oh my head…

You have no idea how unwell I have felt today.. and I only have a vague recollection about last night.. ..and what little I remember I’m trying to forget.

I had on a cheeky little Cologne, a glint in my eye, my little black book and a new Biro - wouldn’t want to run out at such a crucial moment. Left the snuff at home as it makes me sneeze..

I paid my fee, and got my glass of punch. It was a secluded field, near the nightclub burrows, and the late evening sun made the lady bunnies look.. ..well.. ..well, they had tattoos. They worked in construction. THEY DUG BURROWS FOR A LIVING.

Neville set me up with a single night for associates of the BUNNY BURROW BUILDER association.

I sat through a couple of rounds, but after a conversations such as:

Me; “How do you do. I’m Rabbit. I like to travel the world and meet people”
Lady bunny; “Hello. I’m Glenda. I dig toilets.”

Or;

Me; “So, what was the last book you read?”
Lady bunny, menacingly; “BOOK? Are you trying to start a fight?”
(I ran away apologizing..)

Well, after such deep and meaningful interactions, I had another glass of punch. And then another. And then another. I don’t remember much else…

This morning..?

But I did find a phone number in my book this morning.. ..for someone called Charlie.

Now is that short for Charlotte, or Charles…?

Speed dating?

Never again…

)o:3