Rabbit

Rabbit was very different, Rabbit was a real, genuine scientist, his desk was filled with paper covered in equations, now I guess he could well have been faking it, but I don’t think so, they looked real, he definitely seemed like a scientist, he worked in research for laser technology.

We lived approx 80 miles apart, when we arranged our first date we agreed to meet in the middle, he selected the venue, he also pointed out that although we were saying it was in the middle, it was actually 4.3 miles closer to me, Rabbit liked to be accurate and just a little pedantic . On one occasion when I pointed out that he liked to be accurate he corrected me, and I may have this the wrong way round, he said he was neither pedantic nor accurate, he was precise, precise related to numerical correctness. He was amusingly pedantic.
He was not geeky, he was tall , good looking and interesting, he had a lack of ease around me, and probably all women. Like the boys at school who just don’t have enough confidence to get to know girls well enough to know they are fairly normal and not nearly as special as they like to make out. I think because of this he had a fairly direct approach and attitude towards sex, he liked me to wear high heels, black stockings and suspenders and did not make any part of sex feel intimate.
We were out one night, walking under the stars, it was a wonderfully clear night, you could see thousands of stars… or so I thought, he corrected me, with the naked eye you can see approximately four thousands stars, I enjoyed his attention to detail.

He was unhappy when it rained because lasers don’t work so well in the rain, but that was something he was working to overcome. When visiting public toilets, he would not touch the door handle, so always had a tissue at the ready. I am surprised he was so relaxed about the potential ‘dirtiness’ of sex, but I don’t recall any issues. He married a tall, beautiful Brazilian woman he had spent less than 3 weeks with