This troper lives roughly three hours away from his not-quite girlfriend. By whatever strange twist of fate, whenever one of us tries to visit the other there's usually some other event going on that prevents us from seeing each other for very long if at all.

This is actually Dating Catwoman, but we don't have a Troper Tale for that. This troper has an ememy that goes from his childhood and now that we're both teens, we insult each other at every oppturnity, but I keep wanting to get in her pants. And once in a party, when she was drunk, I did. It was the.. best..sex..EVER!! But we still hate each other.

That's not star crossed love, that's you being a creep and taking advantage of a girl who wasn't all there. Shame on you, you pervert.

Not really, once we actually did go out and liked it, but we found it better to insult each other and stuff like that. To my credit, I was as drunk as she was.

Still rape, technically.

...To your ''credit?'' Dear GOD, man. What's wrong with you?

Doesn't matter if you were both drunk. If at least one of you didn't consent, it's rape. How do we bust this guy?

Different troper: actually, it does matter. '''NEITHER''' of them consented if they were both drunk.

Disturbing on soooo many levels.

Sure is Internet White Knights in here.

Not really they are just telling you technically raped her don't you know rape is a crime?

This has actually happened to This Troper. Ok, Here's how it went... My ex-girlfriend is originally from Mexico, she moved to the states when she was 2 and...whats the time limit on how long you have to live here to be a citizen? Whatever it is, she's definitly passed it. That or she took the test, I don't remember which... ANYWAY! It was a long-distance relationship- I live in Texas, she lives in California. Twice we've managed to scrounge up the money for me to go visit her; The first time everything went ok; The second time, Oh hell...All hell broke loose. Ok, here's what went down... For whatever reason, I cannot stay at her house this time like I did the first time; Her aunt volunteers her home for the two of us to spend time together at. Fine by me, I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and I thank her profusely. I stay for a little over a week; It's on day...4? I forget what day it was; But it was the height of summer and her aunt's air conditioning was broken. We'd gotten back from going somewhere, I don't remember where... (it was 3 years ago and my memory sucks, lay off me D: ) and I'm taking an overheat-induced nap in her uncle-in-law's big ol' comfy chair (He's in the Marines but we got along real fine. I was about his size but I'm a pacifist and really timid; everyone had a lot of fun poking fun at me for it, but I learned to laugh at myself a long time ago so it's all cool) and who should come along but Satan's Concubine Cruella DeVille her grandmother on her mom's and aunt's side. The woman walks with a cane, and from what I gathered does not speak a word of english; I give her a friendly nod and a smile, but it is quite clear that I am almost asleep; I make no attempt to do more then that. I begin to drift off to sleep, buoyed by the rapidfire sound of people talking in spanish...And then my ex begins crying. Well, fuck. There goes '''''that''''' nap. I snap awake, take a few moments to figure out what happened, and glance around. Her grandmother gives me a glare and then hobbles away back to whatever hellhole she crawled out of small child she possessed place she came from, and my ex goes back to the room she's been staying in. I follow, try to comfort her, and try to figure out what in the ten blue hells just happened. Well, it turns out- Her grandmother came along to size me up. Not that big a deal, that didn't shock me. However, her opinion of me had already been made when she heard of me. Because I was not a nice mexican boy (I'm a white boy) she already disapproved of me. She came to officially deliver the stamp of DIS-approval. Oh, and she insulted my ex while she was at it-back when she lived in Mexico, my ex used to have a pet chicken that she loved dearly. One day, said pet chicken disappears! On that day that her grandmother came to deliver her stamp of disapproval, she tells my ex- ''her grandchild''- '''TO HER FACE'''- that she herself killed, plucked, and '''''ate''''' her granddaughter's pet chicken! Now, I don't have a racist bone in my body, but... What the fuck is wrong with old women from Mexico?! This isn't how grandmothers are supposed to act! We did eventually break up, but not for another 2 years, and over another incident that was completely unrelated- we're still very good friends.

This Troper's significant other lives three states away. They're both underage girls. They live in the southeastern United States. Both of the SO's parents are Baptist ministers. And This Troper's mother grew up on the Main Line of Philadelphia, and is highly opposed to same-sex relationships.

:: hug ::

Whatever happens, you deserve respect. That takes some serious guts. You two are well and truly in what can only be called love.

Similar situation with this troper and her girlfriend, substituting in some Catholics. But enormous kudos to you, it's a ghastly position to be in.

OP Update: She dumped Troper for a guy at her school; turned out she’d lost interest two months before but hadn’t said anything because she “didn’t want to hurt Troper’s feelings.” Troper only found out when ex changed her FaceBook photo to she and her new boyfriend kissing.

This troper and a now former girlfriend ended up being this when we decided dating over the internet wouldn't work. Neither of us have been in a relationship sense then, and decided if we met in real life, would get back together.

A cross of this and UnluckyChildhoodFriend was this troper. The friend/beloved I had known for years, since the age of seven, when a dreaded school change came. We were parted by forces beyond our control (namely the school system: in the era before e-mail was ubiquitous, not seeing someone on a regular basis, when houses were half a city away from each other, was doom for communication), and this troper thinks he hasn't entirely recovered from idealized memory and idle fancy: For years, it was all consuming, there was only one person for this troper and she was gone but not forgotten. Even now, with the parting nearly half this troper's life ago, with a new life and new relationship that are happy... some rare times, a passing, wistful thought wonders WhatCouldHaveBeen, and hopes she fared better than I.

This troper has a situation quite like this happen to me before. Basically I went away to Tasmania. (I Live in Sydney) One one day before we went back to Sydney I met this guy who I was in love with for about six months. This and Love At First Sight both apply.

This Troper happens to have a character that is a daughter of the bad guys, but is in love with the leader of the good guys.

This same troper's boyfriend lives in North Carolina, as opposed to Pennsylvania for her.

This Troper's girlfriend lives in the good ol' Bible Belt in the USA, he's English. (From here-on I think I'll refer to myself in first person, it's easier). So I'm from a Muslim family, atheist myself, and such her mother already isn't a big fan. The fact we met on the internet doesn't help - She doesn't just think I'm a murderous terrorist, but also that I'm a creepy old dude that plans on raping her daughter! Visiting her is likely going to be a pain - I won't be allowed to stay with her, that much is certain. My girlfriend is a much stronger person than I am when it comes to matters of the mind (Fun fact: Our relationship may as well be "You be the brains and I'll be the brawn!") and even she has no idea on how to face her mother. Her mother is the most intimidating woman I've ever had the misfortune to speak to, despite being almost a foot shorter than me. Then there's the whole deal with an ocean between us...

This troper is... not sure if she's actually in love, but if she is, she's firmly within SCL. The receiver is another girl her age whose father is ''very'' protective and probably not into his daughter dating me. And I'm not sure if she even likes me.

This troper and her girlfriend. It's a serious-ish (long-term at least) relationship, but our families have hated each other as far back as anyone can remember. It's almost exactly like RomeoAndJuliet, complete with the girlfriend's intended husband hating me. I'm really hoping we don't die, though.

This Troper is Behind you 100% (Except for the whole dying thing, I'm pretty sure no one here wants you to snuff it via accidental suicide), and your girlfriends intended husband is giving you grief? Nothing a good ol' fist to the face won't fix

This she-troper is Pagan, and very much in love with a man whom is a devout christian. I love the way he smiles at me, the way he looks at me whenever he tells a joke, the way he laughs. We've been friends for so long, I can 'read' his expressions and body language perfectly, and he can do the same for me, we've fought and vowed to avoid each other as long as we both shall live, we've seen other people, and yet we've always returned to each other with open arms and smiles. Somehow, I can't imagine his parents being overly thrilled by him snogging a "witch".

This she-troper goes to a inner-city school thats famous for failing it's ofsted. We are constantly at war with another school called Abby Grange, a posh church school. Me and a boy that goes there are currently mutually in love, but we don't like to think what would happen if either of our schools found out, so we have to pretend to hate eachother in public.

This troper once had a gf who lived in far Limburg while he himself comes from St-Niklaas. I will start with how we met, I once met her sister, who immediatly hated my guts. The girl in question however saw me as common friends with quite some others so added me as fbfriend, where she remained calmly for a couple of months. At a time she posted something sad, and I wanted to cheer her up. We got talking and at a certain moment she told me she had a charity breakfast, at which I jokely said, I'll be there. She said I wouldn't, after which, I came whole the way for it, even though sister saying I would not cross her doorstep. We both were not what the other expected, I was 1m98, she 1m63, hilarity ensues. Anyways we still got toghether because of a common past, but she realised quite quickly she went to swift to far and broke the relationship, to my dismay. I have been trying to repair that and almost managed that 3 times, at which she loved me, first time, an old lover whom she longed for came available right after she developed feelings for me, second time my stephfather took my phone away while the conversation was leading to another relationship, third time she was trying to get back, going as far as kissing and other things which I shall not describe here only for one name screwing up. Out of guilt and not wanting to hurt me again (I can't give you what you want, if I really care the answer should be no) she never tried again, and just stated dating others, to hurt me less, of course the moment she actually found someone else she just said she Have Outlived Your Usefulness}}no longer needed me and though I've been trying for 4 months and 4 days by now, I haven't fixed it :(

This Troper has a "best friend" who's a girl in Maryland. (This Troper is from California.) We always get to talk to each other- not by {{Facebook}}- but by PlaystationNetwork (She doesn't use social-networking sites by the way). We usually have problems once in awhile and are happy to be with each other every evening online, but the moment the PSN crashed (this is in the time we're mending and restoring our friendship), we had no way of communicating each other. Now I miss her so much, I wished I could have a chance to tell her I still loved her. (Because both of us has so much in common, there's a chance that friendship becomes a relationship.)

Update: The PSN is Back, we're reunited, and she's in my friends list again, but the different States problem still exists, so the trope is still in effect. (Not to mention the time zone difference.)

I am stranded in Brazil, and my lover is in Massachusetts. She can't get out of there until her son's completed high school and can take care of himself. To make it worse, she can't work because of a car accident that nearly killed her. However, it's far from impossible for me to meet up with her, thankfully :'-D

I come to you now to tell a tale of love and woe, for such things are often intermingled. Once, there was a young man, and a girl whom he loved with all the passion mortal Man may possess. But fate kept them apart, for she was from a devout Catholic family, and he from Orthodox Jews. Neither clan believed in marrying outside the faith. And so they kept their love secret, and though they were discovered many times, still, they defied their families to be together. When finally they two came of legal age, they decided to elope and marry, but alas, the cruel hand of fate would make itself known once more, for the Vietnam war was raging, and the man was drafted. Before he left for his deployment, the man and the woman spent one glorious night together, a night that would result in the conception of a child. The next day, the man left for war, and 3 months later, died in the Tet Offensive. The woman never saw her beloved again, save for in the eyes of her child, for he grew to be alike to his father in face and posture. And the woman did never love another, vowing to wait until her dying day, when she would be reunited with her love at Heaven's White Gate. And so we come to the close of our tale, but I sense that questions remain: Who were this man, and this woman, and who am I that knows so much of this tale? The answers lie in that final night the lovers spent together, for the man and the woman were my grandparents, and the child they conceived was my father. Thank you.