>The door slams as you rush through the house, your first date in months waiting outside for you to get your shit together
>You throw off your work shirt as you fling open your closet, rummaging about for another shirt to wear that didn't smell of sweat
>"A-Anon? Is it you?"
>You look around your room, startled by the unfamiliar voice squeaking out your name
>You see the pasty blue, white mane'd mare sitting in a box marked 'stuff'' and you kneel down
"Hey you, what's your name?"
>"Y-you don't remember me Anon?"
>You try to remember, her colors tickling your memory slightly
>You try to look at her cutie mark but it is obscured under some old Dial-Up cds from years past
>You shake your head solemnly and apologetically frown
"Sorry, I don't. What's your name?"
>"I-it's me Anon... You used talk with me all the time! Please remember me! I don't want to be alone any more!"
>Memories come flooding back as you realize that you were talking to the pony representation of AOL
>As the memories come so does the thought of your new girlfriend waiting on you in the car
"L-listen AOL, calm down. When I get back I swear we can talk, but you have to wait just a bit longer okay?"
>The blue pony shivers, tears brimming her eyes as she smiles ear to ear
>"You mean it? You promise?"
"I promise"
>You ruffle her mane and quickly grab a shirt and go to leave the room, giving her one last reassuring wink
>You run back to the car, putting on your shirt as you do.
>You jump in, crank it up and start driving, thinking about all of the fun stuff you can do with AOL to make up for the lost time
>"Anon? Is something on your mind?"
"Huh, no honey, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about... something. Can't remember now, it must not have been important"
>You go on your date