I have a magical power. It's not that magical, but it's as good as I'm going to get. Whenever a group that I am a part of orders pizza, I can instantly predict which one will be gone first: the one I liked. This is true whether I was in the majority or whether I ordered something separate because I didn't want what other people were getting.
I can't even recall the last time that this was not true. There should be a rule somewhere that if you order something that isn't "meat lover's" or something fairly similar, you have to only eat from that pizza until it's gone or spoken for. It is not be a coincidence that the mushroom-pineapple-olive thin crust pizza that you knew would be awesome is still there in the box.
(I like "regular" meat pizzas, with the exception of pepperoni, which I detest. My ideal pizza is something like sausage-bacon-onion, though a plain sausage pizza is delicious enough too. Ground beef as a topping is rare here, though it is another delicious option in Nebraska.)