A sweet diary

Eugh, doesn’t this one EVER shut up? We had been walking for about 10 minutes towards the dining area, I had seemed to sleep through dinner aswell, but this bouncy girl had not had her jaws shut for more then a second before firing another volley of speech. Although I could hear what she said nothing quite registered in my head. Many of it seemed like complete and utter nonsense. Things like flying ponies, magic and all kinds of baked items combined with inter falls of gibberish.
But after a long walk we had finally arrived. A small room at the back of what I presumed was the normal dining area. As the pink defective talkingmachine opened the door I could see dr. Sparkle sitting at a small table filled with various dishes. “Aah mr. Leavesdale, I am glad you could join me tonight. And Pinkie, thank you for bringing him here. But I do prefer to have this talk to be a bit private. I`m sure you can understand the sensitivity of it all.” The all business face got replaced by a sheepish smile as the skipping escort cheerfully hopped outside the room closing the door with a bump of the butt.

“Sorry for that, she`s a sweet girl but sometimes she just gets well how to put it.” Her face scrunched up in a rather cute way as she thought about the right words. “Well I guess the best definition of Pinkie, is well her being Pinkie. But please forget about that for now” With a wave of her arm in a dramatic fashion she directed to the food on the table “Please eat, i'm sure you are hungry. I am sorry but no matter how talented our chefs are, they can only prepare vegetarian dishes.”
I personally did not really care, although a barbeque once in a while was good I always thought a good meal could also do without meat. Lets just say I was not disappointed, the food itself was fit for a king.

As I was eating I could see how dr. Sparkle was writing down several things on a clipboard with her eyes set on me. Was she really studying me on how I eat? Has she never seen anyone use cutlery with their hands before or something? It was about halfway the meal when she spoke again.

“I have a few questions I would like to ask you. It should provide us with enough detail to find the ideal match. So let us cut to the chase directly.
Feisty or mellow?”

And with that started the most awkward, strange and interesting interview I had in my entire life. I mean I had several conversations with psychiatrists after my dad went missing. And even they were not as thorough with picking my mind clean of what I thought and wanted.
I guess in hindsight many questions would be making a lot more sense then they did back then. How obvious can stuff get when you are asked items like:

Interracial love, can you accept that?
How important is looks, could you accept a mate that would not define standards?
If a alien race is in threat of going extinct due lack of males, would you sacrifice your future on this world in favor of theirs?

The conversation lasted for about an hour. After the initial questioning a awkward conversation followed. I learned a lot during my days in college on psychology. Though not in the way of picking the mind clean of secrets, but to decode behavior to better reveal problems in a malfunctioning company. But this woman, her signals were all over the place. It was like attempting to read the body language of a being impersonating a human. But had only vague references, like pure textbook references, on how a human in general behaved.

Other then the strange way she seemed to behave the conversation went on smoothly. We discussed many things, or rather nothing at all. Things like politics and religion were a foreign concept to this woman. But she seemed interested anyway. I think she just wanted to get a feel for me personally, you know. To get to know the person behind the answers to her great list of matchquestions.

Well enough after half an hour or so, she just stood up and left the room. But before she exited she motioned me to sit still while smilingly telling me that she had learned enough from me and that she would now proceed with the second fase. Which subsequently was fetching the one I would be most suited to with pairing up.

I dont know how long I was stuck in that room alone. It could have been an hour or 2, but it could just as easely have been about 5 to 10 minutes. The creaking of the door along with the smiling face of dr. Sparkle alived me from the in my mind torturing long wait.
“Well then mr. Leavesdale, from the information given during our little talk, I would like to introduce you to the one who we have selected as your ideal mate.”
The speed of the matching had confused me more then the entire list of questions during the awkward little chat with this strange woman. But nothing, not even my wildest dreams could prepare me from what walked through the door. A pearl white horned pony with a light purplish and pinkish mane and tail. The tip of its horn was about chesthight for me. Its nearly comically animelike large seagreen eyes peered up attempting to meet mine. Before I could do anything or even attempt to speak, dr. Sparkle simply smiled “mr. Leavesdale, meet Sweetie Belle. Sweetie, meet Rowen Leavesdale.” A innocent but nervous smile formed on the ponies muzzle as it raised a forhoof and waved a bit akwardly. I already had troubles processing the weirdness but my brain just fizzled when in a gentle and sweet melodious voice it spoke with a little blush appearing on its cheeks “Euhm, hello?” And with that my brain decided that it had enough. It had decided to put on an all to familiar sight to all who use windows on their computers: A memorie dump followed by a compleet reboot. As I fell in a fainting episode all I heard before everything went black was the voice of dr. Sparkle “Well, it seems the subject has lost his con.......”

*Notes*
Still have not found a editor, but i will keep on looking.