>Way to step out of your comfort zone there Anon.
>Let’s face it, you were too much of a recluse to simply go up to a mare and ask her out on a date.
>The very thought of it almost made you hyperventilate.
>But now-
>”Trixie did not expect that the one taking her out would be such a good listener, it is a most pleasant surprise.”
>Yeah you’re good at listening alright, wouldn’t want her to know you were simply terrified of screwing this date up with your horrible attempts at making conversation.
>”Most stallions just want to prattle on and on about how their friends got hooficures, but not you.”
>So how did you wind up on a date with Trixie? It’s actually a very boring story deep-fried in loneliness and a little shame.
>It all started a week ago.
>After a nice day of tending to the garden where you grew most of your food you found yourself rifling through the newspaper out of boredom.
>Your modest home was quiet, which was to be expected as you lived alone.
>That little pang of loneliness hit you as it always did.
>Humans were social creatures, they weren’t meant to be alone, and while the ponies which resided in the town were always friendly in their own way, you wanted something more.
>You wanted someone to come home to, someone that would greet you with a smile on their face when you walked through the front door.
>Someone who would care about you just as much as you cared about them.
>And you made yourself sad again.
>Flipping the page your eyes were drawn to a section marked “Personals.”
>Sure you were desperate, but were you that desperate?
>Almost as if on cue the voice in the back of your head snickered and made the off-hand comment that yes, yes you were.
>What could it hurt?
>Worst case scenario you would at least get out there.
>That’s got to count for something.
>Grabbing some paper and a pencil you began to write a response.
>Which brings us to now.
>”Trixie was wondering if you wanted to head back to her wagon so she could show you a special magic show.”
>Wiggling her eyebrows suggestively she licked her lips.
>Was she implying that you two-
>Nevermind- go back to the flashback- back to the flashback!
>Initially you only intended to write to the first personal you saw and call it a day.
>That quickly turned into another, and then another.
>Soon the table in front of you was chock-full letters, each addressed to the various ads which lined the page of the newspaper.
>You’re were really going to go through this, weren’t you?
>Settling your nerves as best as you could, you grabbed the stack of envelopes and made your way outside and over to the mailbox.
>Hands shaking and heart pounding you placed them inside and raised the flag.
>Breathing out slowly you felt a slightly calmer.
>Now all you had to do was wait.

>Finding yourself standing on your front porch with the performer you did your best to find the right words to end the night.
>Trixie however beat you to the punch.
>”While Trixie doesn’t want the night to end she hopes you had a good time.”
“It was fun, thank you Trixie.”
>The usually brash smile on her face was replaced with a more earnest one.
>”Would you mind leaning down?”
“Uh sure.”
>Leaning down apprehensively you didn’t break eye contact with the blue mare.
>Towards the end she must have gotten impatient because she gripped your shirt with her hooves and smashed her lips against yours.
>Caught off guard you fell forward and atop her small frame.
>Her soft lips remained firmly locked with yours.
>Despite your shock you couldn’t help but close your eyes and deepen the kiss.
>Trixie’s hooves moved from gripping your shirt to wrapping themselves around your neck.
>Snaking your hands downward you gripped her flanks, the soft fur felt like heaven as it parted between your fingers.
>The scent of strawberries completely fogged your senses.
>This was going a bit further than you had expected for a first date.
>With all the willpower you could muster you broke apart.
>Daring to open your eyes you were met with a sight that made you rethink her previous proposition.
>Trixie lay beneath you, her face flushed, eyes closed and panting softly.
>You could feel her heart beating quickly against your chest as you both continued to lay there.
>Neither of you made the attempt to be the first to move.
>”That was-“
“Yeah.”
>What just happened was beyond amazing.
>Sitting up you picked Trixie up and set her on her hooves.
>Biting her lip nervously Trixie refused to meet your gaze as she shuffled in place.
>”Are you sure you don’t want to accompany Trixie back to her wagon?”
>Dear god did you want, but…
“You’re a special mare Trixie-“
>Visibly stiffening Trixie’s head drooped down.
>She thought you were turning her down.
“But I think we should try going out again.”
>Whatever she was expecting you to say, that certainly wasn’t it.
>”Does that mean?”
>Smiling you pulled the cape wearing mare into a hug which she returned happily.
“A second date is a good place to start.”