That I was a serial rapist.

I'm in college, I'm having fun and meeting girls, and then around the first semester of my sophomore year I notice that 3x in a row, I've been thinking things were going really well with a girl and then all of a sudden she starts flaking. After it happened twice, I thought it was bad luck, but after the third time I finally asked a mutual friend what happened with "Ashley" (fake name for obv. reasons). "I don't know, I thought you guys would be perfect together...let me check." Couple days go by and I get an IM from the mutual friend saying, "We need to talk. If this is true, you're disgusting." We meet up at the cafeteria. She hems and haws about telling me. I finally say "Just spit it out already!"

"Ashley says she's talked to two girls now who you raped. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Uh, I guess I have to say, 'What the fuck are you talking about?' I haven't even had sex twice since I've been here, let alone raped anyone."

At this point, I'd only had sex with one girl in college and she basically took me by the hand and led me to the room where she tore my clothes off of me, so I was pretty confident I hadn't raped anybody, and I was damn sure I hadn't done anything that could have even been construed as rape by more than one person.

So I start trying to set the record straight with the mutual friend, and she isn't buying it. I finally get her to tell me who the two girls are. Sure enough, one of them is the girl who took me to bed. The other is a friend of that girl who I'd taken out on a few dates and I basically told her I wasn't interested anymore when a couple of times in a row she and I had started to hook up (initiated by her) and then she would express guilt and say she wanted to stop (which I 100% respected by immediately stopping, getting dressed, and opening the dorm room door so people could see we were just hanging out and watching a movie, and so she wouldn't feel "trapped" behind a closed/locked door.) I didn't have a problem with the lack of physicality, but she was running hot then cold, sometimes changing her mind multiple times within an hour. I finally decided she wasn't worth the trouble.

Somehow, these girls got to talking and I never did find out the motivation. I have no idea. At 19, I was a lot more naive than I am now so I assumed I could squash this. I reached out to the one girl on IM a couple times saying, "Hey, I'm hearing some rumors about myself and it sounds like you're starting them. What's your problem?" After that and a couple more messages asking her to just shut up about me if she wasn't going to tell the truth, the two girls went to our administration and a fairly predictable clusterfuck ensued.

Thankfully, when I got called into an "informal" meeting I had enough witnesses to take my side that I was able to bluster a little bit and basically threaten to sue the school if they bothered me with this BS again. I promised I'd never speak to the two girls again as long as they never spoke my name again. The meeting basically ended at this point with the administration official implying I was lucky they didn't want to "pursue the matter further."