>>35026869>It just seems so strange.>To think that not one single individual, not one lonely stallion or curious mare thought she wasn’t cute enough to ask on a date, or to be their special somepony…“You’re kidding. You’ve /got/ to be kidding. Why wouldn’t anypony want you?”
>“I dunno,” she says oh-so-cheekily, and removes her head from your shoulder to cross her forehooves. “Why won’t you?”“Uh, because you’re a great friend. You’re just not my type, though.”
>“See? It’s easy when you think about it like that!” says Pinkie Pie. “That’s just how everypony else feels!”“Okay, yeah, sure, but everypony loves you, Pinkie! I-I mean, you’re kind, you’re funny…don’t you think it’d be odd that not a single pony in town, not a single lonely somebody or something wouldn’t think you’re, you know, cute or something?”
>She titters, then leans her elbow against the bar table, trying not giggle as she teasingly bats her lashes. >“*snrk* Tell me more, mister handsome.” “No, Pinkie, I’m serious! You got a lot going for you. You’re a total sweetheart! There’s gotta be someone who thinks you’re a catch.”
>“Sounds like you do,” she says, still giggling. >You roll your eyes. “No. I mean, I think you’re cute,” you admit, “But, I, uh…I kinda like someone else.”
>You clear your throat.“Or...I did.”
>Pinkie sits up in her seat, reading the tone of your voice. >She pouts.>But she isn’t pretending.>Not this time.>“Yeah, she still feels really pretty bad for rejecting you,” says Pinkie Pie. “I was gonna throw a super-cool mega-terrific party to cheer you up.”>You look back down at the bar table, the corners of your mouth pressing into a frown. “Yeah, I know she feels bad. It...yeah.”
>Despite your melancholy, a slight chuckle makes itself out of you.“Heh, I’m actually not that used to rejection, you know. I mean, especially not like this.”
>“Really?” 
