My story: When I was 22 or 23 and in college I used to work at a small natural foods store where I was admittedly a man-slut who openly flirted with and sometimes pursued relations with attractive female customers. I was pretty successful for awhile and earned a bit of reputation from friends and coworkers, but afaik nobody thought I was a bad guy or a womanizer or anything, probably because I had a lot of female friends and I'm just kind of a flirty person. Anyway, I ended up charming a college freshman and not long after she came over to my apartment late one evening to 'hang out'. I made something simple and nice for dinner and we each have a glass of wine. I find out she's a virgin but I don't really mind, just a little extra work and patience, no big deal. We had sex that night and she didn't really have any pain or anything, which surprised me because I'm kinda big and I was expecting to have to be very gentle, but she did have a weirdly hard time opening her legs fully. She explained that it was something to do with a back issue, which I vocally accepted but actually was sort of suspicious of. I figured she was just nervous or uncomfortable spreading her legs for a man for the first time. But yeah, I guess you could call her first time a 'success' or something like that. I invite her to stay the night but she has a friend pick her up. We text a little bit over the course of the next couple days, nothing heavy just friendly attention.
Eventually she invites me over to her place for round 2 which was great, except I was working until almost midnight that night and was tired, etc. But I agree because sex and it's a really short walk from my work. When I get there I meet her roommates briefly, which isn't really unusual but maybe in hindsight was sort of a red flag, idk. So we head to her room and get into her bed and we mess around for a bit, but before we actually get to the sex she stops us and says she doesn't want to have sex, she just wants me to spend the night. Ok. So, I obviously accept the fact that she doesn't want to have sex. No problem. But, she can tell I'm annoyed by this. I don't want to be a jerk and hurt her feelings by going home, plus I'm tired and don't feel like walking to my bike which is still at work and then riding home, so I decide to suck it up and stay the night. The next morning I wake up, put my clothes on and politely excuse myself. She's acting weird and sensitive but at this point I don't really care. We text very sparingly for about a week until one day she says she needs to talk on the phone. Ok. I find out via our phone call that 'during the middle of the night I woke up and tried to rape her'. What the fuck? No, I am not a sleep-rapist. She said that I got on top of her, spread her legs, and got my cock ready but she pushed me off and I fell back asleep. Not that her story needs much refutation but:
First, I'm so much bigger and stronger than her that there is probably no way she could protect herself from me without a gun. Sorry it's true. Second, there's no way I'm passing out on my own turgid cock. I wake up hard everyday, but never in my life have I fallen asleep hard. She wouldn't understand this because she's so inexperienced. Third, it was obvious to me that she just wanted leverage on me to force me into a relationship to her. Who the fuck texts and calls their rapist?
So yeah, I immediately reject her version of events as a fabrication. I'm nice about it because at this point I recognize I'm not dealing with a balanced and reasonable person and I don't want to set her off. But by now she's apparently convinced herself of this story and she's suffering emotional trauma. I don't scream at her through the phone, "IT'S CALLED REJECTION GET OVER IT BITCH," because I'm not a jerk and I don't want to be on the news, but the temptation is strong. She tells me she's seeking counseling specific to sexual assault victims and doesn't know yet if she wants to press charges. My jaw drops and my eyes roll at the same time. So in no uncertain terms I tell her that she's lying to herself and I don't want to speak to her again.
But she keeps coming into the store to buy food, only now she's always accompanied by her roommates and every time she walks in she gives me this stupid, guilty, embarrassed look, like when you come home and your dog is looking guilty before you even find the mess they made. So great, she's now involved her roommates in her fucked up lie and she's creating this false narrative for her life.
But eventually I'm able to leave the situation behind me. I don't lose my trust in women but it's always at the back of my mind and I have a new empathy/sympathy for falsely accused college/pro athletes. Fast forward a few years and I'm making friends with this new group of guys who are my best friend's roommates. Everything is going smoothly, except one of these guys suddenly stops talking to me out of the blue. No big deal, idk what his problem is but it's obviously not me because I've been nothing but nice and respectful. Later on learn that he's dating that girl and that she's poisoning all of these potential friendships with her fucked up lie. I tell my story to defend myself and my good friends know that I'm not a rapist, but I can tell they aren't 100% sure anymore which is really painful for me.
I'm so fucking sick of the twox cult perpetuating the lie (implicitly and explitcitly) that women are more moral and trustworthy than men and that we should always believe women when they say they've been raped. Some of my friends who did believe me came forward and told me about their shitty experiences with false rape. I'm not alone in this. False rape accusations are A LOT more common than women want to admit.