Well, last weekend sure was different.
I can’t be bothered with dragging things up again and I’m not writing any of this to re-awake the lovely conversations I’ve been having, but I write down pretty much everything on here. Blog Therapy. I’ll try to stick to the facts so there’s nothing that can be argued, because I can’t be bothered with a comment bitch-fest.
Leanne and I started to like each other quite a bit after my failed experiment with Rebecca and so we started sort of seeing each other. Leanne used to go out with Len over 7 months ago. Len kissed some other girl and their relationship ended on bad terms. Leanne asked Len to get back with her and he said no. He’s now sort of seeing another girl.
Craig is a flirty person by nature and has a habit of randomly grabbing, hugging, and generally hitting on every girl he goes near. He also once had sex with a married woman. He had arranged to go see Lily Allen with Dave, Jo, and Rebecca. I’d mentioned to Rebecca, when we were seeing each other, that it’d end up being Dave and Jo together leaving her and Craig together all night and he’d be hitting on her. I mentioned the same thing to Craig shortly before he left, as he was telling me how he made sure Rebecca could still go to the concert regardless of a lack of funding.
Me mentioning that he would hit on Rebecca annoyed Craig and, being the good friend he is, spoke to Rebecca and came up with a plan to try to upset me. He sent me a message saying he’d just kissed Rebecca. I was annoyed at first, but then I realised I had no need to be bothered because Rebecca has nothing to do with me any more.
A little while later I was with Leanne and I spoke to Dave who told me that h and Rebecca had slept together. I didn’t take him seriously at first, and for most of the night, because his story didn’t make sense. He kept switching around the people he was supposedly with. I told him I wasn’t bothered if he did sleep with Rebecca because I have no say over what either of them do. I also said I expected something like that would happen anyway because Rebecca can’t say no, and Dave wouldn’t think when he was drunk.
Because I was with Leanne I spoke to Rebecca to see if she’d ever kissed Len, and she said that she had done. So I told Leanne the news. Both of us suspected we were being wound up.
I kept saying over and over how I wasn’t at all bothered if they were telling the truth, and the only thing that would bother me is if they were making it all up on purpose just to hurt my feelings. It turns out that Dave and Craig were both lying just to upset me, and Rebecca was playing along too.
I sent a message to Len to ask about Rebecca and then went back home to sleep when he didn’t reply. I awoke to a reply from Len saying he’d never kissed Rebecca, and asking me why I thought he had done. I said “Rebecca told me you did, last night” to which he replied “It’s true.”
I decided since everything was so messed up anyway I might as well let Len know about Leanne and I. I tried to call him but couldn’t get through, and I figured he was just ignoring me, so I told him in a message.
A little while later I spoke to Dave who told me that he was so upset about the way I thought he would have sex with Rebecca that he actually did… He then proceeded to tell me how morally wrong I am to sleep with a friend’s ex-girlfriend, the whole time claiming that what he had done was entirely different.
Len spoke to me and wanted to arrange to meet up and discuss stuff. He asked me to call him the next day to arrange it. He told me he was at Eli’s (the girl he’s sort of seeing) house, which turned out to be a lie, as he was at Craig’s house. I called him about 15 times the next day and he ignored me completely. Craig also ignored my calls, apparently annoyed that I should believe that he would “cross that line” (see paragraph 3 RE: married woman). Dave continued blaming me for everything via email for a day.
I don’t really know what else to say, despite the fact that I’ve written things down in the most factual way I can I’m sure there will be little discepancies that people will write giant comments about, but oh well. I was sober, I recorded the calls. I trust my recollection more than that of anyone else.
I eagerly await a right royal flaming.