I was at the airport not long ago when I bumped into the best friend of my "1st love" from way back in High School. We exchanged pleasantries about our current lives and eventually we talked about our mutual acquaintance-my ex-girlfriend. She goes on to tell me that during the time we broke up (college my Freshman year) She broke up with me because she wanted to date another guy. She (the friend) said she always felt kind of bad about it since I was "such a good guy". Normally I'd be like "yeah not surprised" but here is why it mattered: She broke up with me because she told me I'd raped her. I could never figure out how this occurred as she'd never told me to stop (we'd had sex at least 10 times and fooled around more than I could count), She never indicated that she was uncomfortable and neither of us were drinking. This really fucked me up. I was good guy, like Captain America-boy Scout Good guy. I could never square this psychologically with my self-image. I reworked that time we had sex so many different ways it drove me crazy. I would never hurt her. It was impossible. Yet I always felt guilty about it in the back of my mind for no reason other than she said that was why she was leaving me, so it must of been true... Well, after swallowing the pill and getting wiser, it all made sense. She wanted to fuck Chad and had no real reason to dump her 3 year boyfriend. I'd be angry but why. Why expend the energy. The hilarious part is, following my divorce 11 years later, guess who was the first married bitch to contact me on FB looking to "catch up". I wonder what her good catholic family would have to say if they knew...

TL;DR: First Love uses Rape accusation as an excuse to fuck another guy, psychologically scars her beta, beta figures it out years later. Lesson: Don't ever believe what a woman tells you.