i was in middle school and went to olive garden with my parents. the waiter had one of those voices that…you know, that men in the gay community normally have.
and so they had this soup on the menu i wanted called pasta fagioli that i wasn’t sure how to pronounce and also i had social anxiety
and it didn’t go well
“I really don’t think of you, or Twilight Sparkle, in that way.”
(A flirty acquaintance had sent me unsolicited erotic My Little Pony fanart.)