Bunny

If I ever get a boyfriend and if he manages stick around for a while he can call me Bunny.
Not bunny boo or something, just bunny.
Its one of those "pet names". According to "romance class- learn to love online", "pet names are a part of the "language of love" that a couple builds, it is the cute nicknames or pet names the two create for each other. They are the soft terms of endearment that are whispered at the end of an evening, or chuckled during a phone call."
- angel, angel heart, baboo, baby, babydoll, cutiepie, cuddlecakes, doobie (HAHAHAHA), honey, loverboy/girl, muffin, pookie, stud muffin, sweetcheeks.
I dont know why I like this idea of being called bunny.
"Hey Bunny" "Want a cigarette Bunny?" "how are you Bunny?" " I love you Bunny" "Come on Bunny, we have to go in 5" "You're beautiful Bunny"
Its something we would share. No one else can ever call me Bunny.
Bunny.
I usually laugh at people who use such words in reference to a loved one. Sometimes it makes me feel rather sickly.
Yet here I am ranting about how I want to be called Bunny.
Maybe its because its the beginning of winter and its cold now, so the need to find a human size hotwater bottle is more urgent.
I will blame it on this wonderful weather. Snuggling under blankets weather. Cup-o-soup weather. Beanie and bum gloves weather. Long, hot shower weather. Stay in weather.
Warmth. It all has to do with warmth.
Everything.