It enraged me, certainly, as I think anyone would be enraged by such incendiary allegations for a crime he didn't commit, but I didn't let it fuck with my mind. I simply went about talking to every single person that I discovered she had told this lie to, and dumped almost all (but not quite all) her dark and dirty secrets simply to destroy her credibility. She was also a little lazy with her lies, and she made claims which I could prove to be objectively untrue. I was most fortunate in that it turned out I wasn't the first person she did it to, and that she didn't stop after me. Serial victimhood liar. I was able to verify this when I started contacting guys she had told me had done certain things to her. Once I networked with other guys who succumbed to that game I had all the firepower I needed to discredit her. Nonetheless, I'm sure there are still some people out there who think I did something I didn't do, who judge me for it, and worst of all, who could be in the same room with me and never give any indication that they hold this belief, but rather seethe at me in silence. Oh well. That's life. None of us is God. I see no way to control it.