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

Rabbits need some bunny to hug..

In the high pressure era of freeze-dried, flat-packed, high-speed, quick-dry, one-coat, fast-track life, it's hard for the successful Rabbit about town to find a little bunny to hop around with. A bunny to hug. A little lady bunny who might say "I doe".

("Doe" - do you see what I did there..?)

I do meet lady bunnies, but there are so many with "issues". There are the hard drinking "buckettes", the less than beautiful bunny boilers, the precious honey-bunnies, the desperate housebunnies; the list goes on.

So I'm seriously thinking about "Rabbit speed-dating": My associate Neville (so often affected by tragedy) tried it a couple of weeks ago. Corner of a shady field, lead rabbit with an egg-timer and a circle of lady bunnies waiting to be impressed by a Rabbit of means. (That's me, if you hadn't guessed..)

He hit it off with a little lady bunny, went to a little night-club burrow, and drank chilled carrot juice until dawn. They left paw-in-paw and licked the dew off the spring grass. It was all too perfect.

He walked her along the road to her burrow oblivious to everything else, and as she gazed into his eyes the van delivering the early morning post ran over her head..

Que sera sera I suppose. I'll let you know how it goes..

(o:3