Heh, something like this happened to me in the role of the guy - only I didn’t know it for something like a decade.
Went like this.
I knew two women in university, one in a class I was taking, and the other I met in the pub; I was interested in both. Unknown to me, they were friends outside of class, and they were comparing impressions.
One day, one of the women decided she was going to have a party at her dorm, the purpose of which was to invite the guys she was interested in, and some of her friends. She went over in great detail with her friend - the other woman who knew me - the list of guys she didn’t know very well whom she wished to invite - I think there was something like four. Allegedly, I was at the top of the list. 
Anyway, her friend approved the list, with the exception of - me. She raised all sorts of objections, mainly that I was “too wierd” in my interests and anti-social to invite, I was unattractive, there were better guys available … after some persuation, the first woman decided not to invite me after all.
The second woman then held her own party, and invited me - which was her purpose all along. We ended up dating, and now we’ve been married for twelve years.
The first woman was furious when she found out she’d been duped in this way, and they never spoke again.
I never knew this until nearly a decade later, when my wife told me the story. It was oddly machavelian behaviour for her, usually she is truthful to a fault.
There was other drama attendant on our meeting. This woman (now my wife) was accompanied by a fellow who more or less claimed to be her boyfriend. I certainly though he was at the time. She said, on the contrary, they were just friends, and that he had come increasingly to assume on that friendship. It was he that first introduced himself to me, and we shared an interest in seeing some live Jazz, so he invited me out - and her. That night the three of us had some drinks in her dorm room, when he basically annouces he was sleeping over that night - I assumed of course he had every right to do this (but he didn’t - he was pushing his luck, and spent the night on the floor). Suffice it to say he did not react well to our going out.
Ah, drama.