AN: I haven't written in a while, so this isn't really good, but I really wanted to write a Mikasasha farmer's only fanfic.
Yet another date gone wrong. Connie had told Sasha that this time the girl he had set her up with would be a keeper, but she didn't even last 20 minutes. All the girl, Mina, seemed to care about was fashion, appearence, her phone, and gossip. She even made a huge deal when Sasha had ordered the biggest bloodiest steak the restaurant had, she kept droning on about some woman Sasha didn't know by the name of Jenean, and she was completely appauled when Sasha began to talk about her work on her father's farm.
Sasha, being the person she is, would have sat there and endured the date like she did all the others, but just after her meal had arrived, Mina had excused herself to the bathroom and returned saying that there was an emergency at her workplace and apologized before leaving. She didn't think that Mina had made the emergency up though, with the way Mina had spoken ill of that Jenean woman all night, she honestly thought it had something to do with her.
Sasha was milking her favourite cow, Betsie, when Connie walked into the barn.
"Soooo," he said while rocking on his feet and grinning, "how'd your date go?"
She thought of her reply for a few moments as she milked, and then answered, "hmm. I guess it was okay."
Her friend wasn't satisfied with her answered though, "okay as in possible second date? Or okay as in she made you pay for everything?" he prodded.
Sasha finished milking Betsie and patted her on the head before picking up her newly filled bucket. "Okay as in she left mid date." She moved to pick up the other cow's milk bucket. "And she made me pay for everything."
"Sheesh, that sucks, man." Connie patted her back, "sorry I keep setting you up on lousey dates."
"Eh, it's fine. Hey, why don't ah go put this milk up, an we go chase the chickens?"
After berating the chickens and finishing her chores on the farm, Sasha made dinner for her and her father. As they ate they began to take up small talk. "Y'know, instead of lettin' that Connie boy set ya up with random girls, why don't ya just sign up ta that website the television's always blarin'. What was it again? Lawners toll me? Farmers lonely? Uh.."
"... Farmer's Only?" Sasha interupted.
"Yeah!," he proclaimed, taking a bite of his baked potato victoriously, "they say it's only for us cow folk! So ya won't have ta worry 'bout no city slicker runnin' out on ya like last night!"
"Papaaaaaaa," Sasha whined, flustered, "she ain't run out on me! She just... had an emergency." she mumbled.
Her father smirked behind his turkey leg. "Probably jus' some sudden shoe sale," he whispered.
Connie showed up at their door sometime after dinner, much to Sasha's suprise.
"Oh, hey baldy," Sasha greeted as she let him inside and shut the door, "couldn't get enough of me?" she joked.
"Haha, you wish, Potato girl. Your dad actually asked me to come over. Said something about helping get on some website," he explained, holding up his laptop bag.
"Website..?" she whispered to herself as they walked over to the kitchen table. It was only after they had sat down and Connie had his computer out and open that it donned on her. "Oh! Yeah, ah remember now. Papa said he thought me goin' on a datin' site would be a good idea. But ah didn't think he would actually try an' git me to sign up..."
"A dating site, huh? Which one?" he asked as he pulled up the internet browser.
Sasha turned away, "Farmer's Only..." she said in a low voice. After not hearing any typing or any kind of response, she turned back towards Connie, who had the hugest grin on his face and looked like he was about to break down in laughter. "How is this funny?" she demanded, stomping her left foot and puffing her cheeks.
Connie took a moment to regain himself before saying, "sorry, just everything seems funny when that website's mentioned for some reason," as he got on the site, and entered the registration page.
"Alright," he said, cracking his knuckles as Sasha took the seat next to his, "whad'ya want your profile to say?"
"Hmmm," she contemplated, "how 'bout 'lesbian farmhand lookin' for a strong cowgirl'... 'who likes to cook'?"
"Sorry," Connie mock-questioned, "did you say 'gay potato girl looking for a cowgirl who can lift four sacks of potatoes at a time'?"
Sasha glared and pursed her lips. "Y'know what?" she said after a while, "that is pretty much what ah said."