Your villain form cannot pick. The menu is a crisis, the group poll is a governance structure, and 'either is fine' is the biggest lie you tell daily. You have kept two conflicting plans alive for a week, watering both, hoping one would decide for you.
The dark pattern: you outsource the choice, then quietly resent the chooser. If it goes wrong it was their advice; if it goes right you had a feeling all along. Your soul has a hung parliament.
The truth is you choose beautifully when cornered — your values are sharper than you trust them to be. The upright Lovers pick, pay the price, and don't look back. Choose the restaurant tonight. Alone. As practice.