I remember ALMOST getting in the same situation you did.
See, I was recommended to this girl. She was fun to talk to, had a warm personality, made me happy n' shit, ya know? We only talked over the interwebz, and she never revealed her face, but we did start talking on the phone after a while, and she had a cute voice.
We arrange for a meet-up, but to avoid awkwardness, decide to bring our best friends along. I bring mine, she brings hers. To avoid even moar awkwardness, we start talking to our respective best friends. Her best friend is a bit boring, rather cocky and annoying, but I put up with her.
Then, a week or so before we're arranged to meet, girl I'm supposed to be on a date with reveals that she's in love with my best friend! Oh snap! Crushed I am! I seek comfort with her best friend, and a small spark of love is ignited. She isn't the best personality wise, but oh well, maybe she's to some comfort.
Now, we meet up, and let me remind you that none of us know what the other looks like. The hours pass as we take the car over to them (They're far away from my little city), and we finally arrive. And what does my eyes behold?
The girl I previously had a crush on, who now (sort of) left me for my best friend, is a fat, ugly pig. Her face is like the moon with all those craters. Meanwhile, beside her stands her best friend, my new "love", who's a total bombshell. Lucky daaay!
I don't know if I should be thankful or if I should live in eternal shame over being such a vain ************, but fuck it, I see it as my right to gloat over getting the hot one! My acky breaky heart was very sad over being dumped by fatty, and as we all know, acky breaky hearts want to murder you. Or just ignore you and bone your best friend. Whatever comes first.
And now everyone knows that I'm not exactly the nicest man ever, and that my own inability to keep a woed lady interested in me caused me to become borderline sexist for at least a while, and to that I say: At least everybody won.
Mostly me