“I'll reserve a booth at Daffodil and Daisy Diner,” you say. This seems like a safe choice, as it's in town, well known, and different enough from her usual routine that she probably doesn't go there often.
Pinkie nods her head. “Okay. I'll meet you there next Friendsday. Is six o-clock fine?”
“Yep! Enjoy your rock and I'll see you then.”
She gives you an odd look, but smiles as you wave and walk off. You can hardly believe it; you've managed to score a date with the Pinkie Pie herself. Of course, this was just the easy part. The hard part will be getting her to agree to a second one.
The week passes without incident, although you feel as though it lasts forever. You can't help but fret over her constantly. She's just a pretty face, right? Why are you so worried? Of course, she's so much more than that. Well, she could be so much more than that if your date goes well. Her sheer quantity of energy and endless bubbly personality makes other mares seem like dull lumps by comparison.
That's well and good, but you know for a fact that she doesn't feel the same way about you... yet. Great, now you're even more nervous.
Before the big event, you spend hours grooming yourself in front of the vanity. The Daffodil and Daisy diner isn't a formal joint outside of catered events, but you do want to make yourself look as nice as possible within reason. Never truly satisfied, you eventually give up and walk out once the hour draws near.
Ponyville is bustling with activity, and you step aside as a cart full of vegetables rolls by. It looks like Carrot Top had a bumper harvest this year. If only you could be so lucky on your date. You slick down your mane once more and run off towards the diner.
When you get there, it looks like Pinkie Pie beat you. You're a bit surprised considering how early it is, but she's not known for being predictable. As you approach, you notice that she's fussing with her hair. Holding a can of grease, she's trying to slick it down so that it stays flat. As soon as she spots you, it instantly poofs out again.
You try to suppress a laugh. Suddenly, your own hair problems seem minuscule by comparison. She looks torn between fighting with her mane and running over to greet you. You flash a smile and she gives up on her hair, hopping over.
“Pinkie, it is such a pleasure to see you again,” you say. You grab one of her hooves and give it a light kiss.
“Oh, you charmer.” Pinkie flutters her eyelashes and pulls her hoof back.
A rustle catches you attention. Siting in the outdoor dining area, Rarity is sipping tea and ostensibly has her face buried in the local newspaper. Your nervousness springs back twice-fold. Of course Pinkie would have told her friends, and of course they'd want to keep an eye on things. You can't see the others, but you're fairly certain that they'll show up in a heartbeat if you screw up. You gulp. You'd best give Pinkie her best date ever, or else.
Pinkie brings you out of you introspection with a question. “Hey! Since you're here so early, why don't you tell me more about yourself? I guess you know who I am, but what about you? What do you do for a living?”
You remind her of your name with a charming smile. As for what you do, well...
[Earth pony] I'm a gardener.
[Pegasus] I'm a weather pony.
[Unicorn] I'm an architect.
[Alicorn] I'm an emissary from a faraway land.