That'd be about right. You were always a lonely pony. You left your home because you could never find love, how sad. Ponyville was said to be a great town to meet somepony special, so you figured even you could meet somepony to love. You walk with your head held low, a sort of modest gesture, you were always so shy.
You head into the town park, and see a few Ponies at play. Maybe you could get one of their attentions? There seemed to be six, no seven of them. Eight if you counted a small dragon. Six mares and a larger red Stallion. Surely one of them would be interested in you.
Or perhaps you shouldn't bother, there seems to be a large crowd headed toward the town square, perhaps it'd be best to follow them? Maybe there's a party or something going on.
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