What the heck? The door’s locked!
You stand outside the door of your own house, expecting your room-mate to be in. He’s usually home by lunch, since he only does the early morning shift at the post office, and he’s not said a word to you about doing overtime… no matter, you have a spare key.
Several hours later, you’re finally ready for your date; properly washed and cleaned (making extra sure to get out any dirt you may have missed last time) and ready to spend the evening with your perfect, peaceful pegasus. And just when you were about to leave, who should walk in other than a beaten, yet oddly upbeat, male unicorn.
“About time you got back,” you say, “I was just about to leave on a date!”
“Sorry about that, I just got back from a date myself.” he replies.
“Really?” you found it improbable, yet cool, how you both somehow managed to find a special somepony on the same day, “Tell me all about it later, once I get back, I don’t wanna be late for this.”
It is at this point you both notice something unusual about the other. Your unicorn room-mate goes first;
“How did you suddenly meet a girl pony anyway?”
“Don’t ask. Where did you get the black eye from?”
“Don’t ask.”