Its been thirty years since I was at Pepperdine and still today, there's a few people who would call me "bunny" if we were to run into each other. Yep! Bunny Blatt! So NOT the nickname I might have chosen! To me, Bunny is more of the cheerleader type, maybe... or sorority sister! It's all to do with my pajamas, you see. Pink and fuzzy, with feet on the bottom and a zipper up the front. I don't remember if they had a trap door, but perhaps.

I was living in the dorms at Pepperdine University. Morgan and I were having the time of our lives, going out to clubs almost every night. We had started an auto brokering business, which was really a great idea but before its' time, as there wasn't even a category in the yellow pages for such a business. (Today, you can find pages of auto brokers online if you were to look.)

We had picked up a '68 convertible Corvette Stingray and I had my Porsche Targa. Every night we would head to the bar - not in one car, but both! Wherever we went, we took both cars. The tops down, driving side by side, we would toss beers to each other while driving down the freeway! By the time we made it to the bar, we would have finished a 12 pack between the two of us! This was a good thing, because it would often take up to twenty minutes to get from the front door to the bar!

We were POPULAR! When we walked in, women came running up to greet us!

The year was 1984 and I was 19 years old.

There was a different club for women practically every night of the week. On Tuesday's, Peanuts bacame a 'women only' club called "Kix!" On Wednesdays, a place called Oil Can Henry's in the valley, would transform from a local bar to a very upscale nightclub called "Clone's."

Friday night was "Sparks." Saturday, "Clones" (different location - same promoter). Sundays and Thursdays we were at Peanuts for their famous drag show.

Life was good! Flirting was fun! Morgan and I would often pick the same girl to flirt with just to see which one of us she would choose at the end of the night, and how much she would struggle to break the news to the other one of us. Players? Us? Well, maybe... but then again... we rarely closed the deal! That was as far as it went! Invariably, we would leave together. The girl would be left at the curb, wondering what had just happened.

We had decided that women made us "messy!" We were on a mission to succeed in business. So, we decided that falling in love was not for us! And, to be sure we wouldn't change our mind, we promised each other that we wouldn't drink hard liquor. Beer only! That way we would never have to babysit the other for being too drunk at nights end. And... most importantly, we were much less likely to get stupid and fall in love!

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Nikki lived in the dorms one floor below me. She was very cute. Sharp witted with long blonde hair and an accent that gave away her New York roots in about two seconds. She was an actress before coming to Pepperdine. She had been in quite a few commercials and had just finished playing the starring role in a movie version of a popular TV series, but I had never seen her before the day she cornered me in the elevator.

She said, "I need some information about a club and a friend of yours said you've been there."

I couldn't help the smile and low chuckle that followed. I knew that nobody knew what clubs I went to, nor did I have any friends there! There could only be one explaination. She was gay... and wanted to know where the gay bars were! (If you don't already know this, we gays are equipped with Gaydar. It helps us zero in on our kind.) Naturally, I was happy to assist.

She told me her best friend would be out from New York the following weekend. She was trying to find someplace the two of them could go where they could be themselves. I told her I'd be glad to show her around... and I did.

Nikki and Morgan hit it off right away but, because Morgan and I had already established that women were trouble for us, no matter how much she tried, Nikki could not get Morgan alone with her! She tried everything... including an effort to explain to me why I should let them get to know each other - alone!

Morgan would go to see Nikki - but not without making me go along with her! She insisted that I go every time! Often, I'd be in bed already and she would wake me up to go, dragging me along in my fuzzy pink footsie pajamas, aka. my bunny suit... I would follow Morgan to Nikki's dorm room and pretend not to notice or understand when Nikki would try to get me to leave!!

It turns out that Nikki, being extremely frustrated about her inability to get thru to me, was trying to find ways to get me away from Morgan by asking MY FRIENDS! Yep... she told them I was always there - in my bunny suit!

Of course, Morgan refused to take ANY responsibility for my glorious new nickname! As if she had no idea where it came from...

Last week (thirty years or so later) I got a text message from Nikki. It just said "" Included was a picture of the two of them. Both of them wearing their shades. Nikki was sitting between Morgan's legs at the fire place in Morgan's living room.

flipping me off with the other...

So am I...