Monday, July 17, 2006

"I just wanted to get your side of the story."


The phone rang at quarter to midnight. I had probably been asleep for about 20 minutes and the electronic ring seemed particularly shrill over the rattle of the AC and the comfort of my bed. Slightly annoyed for having been woken up, I located the phone in the dark. It was Nadia, one of my Lesbian Club members that I was out with earlier in the evening for drinks in the West Village with other LC members. It had been a month since I had last seen Nadia -- incidentally the last time I had seen Val.


I forget how the conversation started; I was still waking up. She got my attention when she moved to the subject of Val.

"I just wanted to call find out what happened between you and Val. I knew you two weren't seeing each other anymore and I didn't want to say anything earlier in front of everyone else."

Part of me was annoyed at having to rehash the stupid details of our breakup, but I explained anyway. "No, it's okay. You could have said something in front of everybody. They know everything."

"I just wanted to get your side of the story."

My side of the story? "Well the last time I saw her was the last time I saw you. And then she just blew me off. Stopped calling and emailing. It took a couple of weeks and a pointed email from me before I heard anything from her."

"She said you and her decided that it wasn't going to work out and to just be friends."

A rather neutral explanation on Val's part, but I reiterated the fact that I was blown off. "Does this mean you hear from her?" I ask.

"Yeah she texts me about doing stuff together."

Part of me is really annoyed now. I don't so much mind the end of our relationship, but I do mind that I lost a friendship. I do mind that I misjudged Val's character and that she turned out to be a flake. Nadia and I go around in circles for a while about the minutiae of the breakup and I'm thinking mostly about going back to sleep. Suddenly she says, "There are some things you don't know about."

"What things?" Looks like I'm awake now.

"Remember that night at Henrietta Hudson?"

"Yeah?"

"Val was talking to some girl and the girl asked if there was anyone in the bar that Val thought was hot. Val turned and pointed at my girlfriend. The random girl later went up to my girlfriend and told her that Val thought she was hot. When I found out about that, I was pissed."

Wow. So of all the people in the bar, Val doesn't point to the woman she's sleeping with. She points to the girlfriend of my friend. Thanks, Val. I wish I had dumped you sooner.

7 comments:

Mr. Bad Apologies said...

Why, then, does Nadia exchange texts with Val about doing stuff together?

nycrouge said...

I should claify a little.

I don't think Nadia has gotten together with Val and I think Nadia only found out recently that Val and I were not together. One of the groggy things I remember about last night's conversation was that Nadia was asking how she should handle the situation -- as in should she still be friends with Val because she considered me her friend first.

el diablo said...

just came by your blog. val sounds like a shit. i have to read more now. can i link you?

nycrouge said...

Please do. I hope to one day prove that not all NYC lesbians suck.

EnnuiHerself said...

I vote that you summarily drum Val out of the Lesbian Club. As Poobah you can do that you know.

H said...

How immature of Val. Lesbian drama never ends, does it? At least you're a Poobah. I hear that brings great power!

el diablo said...

you are poobah of the lesbian club? i bow down to you.