We made a really big mistake last night and in the morning light, it looks even worse. If you hadn't wanted this so much, things might have been different and now our friendship wouldn't be completely fucked. But you're insistent I was the one who wanted it, that I came on to you, that I was the one who ruined everything. Nope, not the case at all! You also insist that you were better at this than I am. Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?