Have you ever fallen in love with someone who is gay?

Assuming that you are straight. Or someone who is straight, assuming you are gay?

This happened to me last year. I fell hard for this girl I knew in school (University). I had moved to a new town and she was the only one I knew. We became close (not close enough obviously) and I developed a bit of a crush on her.

When I approached her about it. She told me she was gay. I was crushed. I don't know why. But that one hit me hard. It was kind of embarrassing. But the embarrassment wore off. I have nothing against people who are gay. I support them. But it sucked that this one girl I really had feelings for was gay.

Have you guys ever had a similar experience?

in fact they started dating after I broke up with the first. It was very odd time for me as a highschool student. (that is what I get for dating threater people)

heterosexuality. Her parents didn't like me because I wasn't Jewish. I asked a friend who had married a lesbian for lots of advice and he and his wife both told me it could work. (Later they had a bitter divorce.) So I went into it. She was fine for a while, but had a lot of misandrous friends

I was a bummer at the end of the day. She was a beautiful woman and a fine person, but the sexual energy kept us from remaining friends. I hope she found a nice lover and settled down; and I hope they'll have as much committment as they manage in our strange culture.

Questioning why I put myself through things like that, I went to a therapist, sorted out some issues, and ultimately married the woman of my dreams. We've been together 19 years as of Oct 1, 18 of them as husband and wife. So you get over it.

that's what happened to my friend. He is hot and sexy, and all the girls loved him because he was sensitive and gave such good advice. But when he came out, I swear, the girls were furious. They were mad not because he was gay, but because they wouldn't be able to have the opportunity to date him :-)

Happens all the time, actually. There are a very high number of lesbians, in my experience, who are beautiful through and through.

I was in class in college with this beautiful readhead with a the temper to match, and developed quite a crush on her. She and this other lady, who I knew was gay, and I all went to the park at the end of the semester and I had planned on asking her out there, when she asks me, offhand,

"By the way, did I tell you I was gay?"

CRAP.

And yeah, they were dating. CRAP^2.

Also - I was in a car this past summer with three women in NYC, who all talked about the gay men who had broken their hearts. Talked longingly. So, I guess it's not just the guys who run into this situation.

CS

I've met several lesbian women over the past year or two. And I would say that every one of them is beautiful.

Women always say that all the good men are either married or gay. I guess the same applied to women.

has had lesbian experiences in the past. But she is bisexual.

she asked me out. Claimed she was a lesbian when we were hanging out (with her girlfriend)... then gave me the whole "is it hypocritical if I like a guy"... lol, that guy was me. She went back to being a "lesbian" after our relationship.

2 years later she asked my to direct her to a headshop an hour away and said the same line "is it hypocritical if I like a guy"... this time it wasn't me... and I'm happy. I think she had some issues with her sexuality... she seemed almost guilty to admit she was attracted to men, as well.

Best friend since 6th grade. I was madly in love with him....then I said I had feelings for him. He promptly came out to me x(
Oh well, we now cruise for guys, so it can't be that bad :D

In my 30s they turned out to be married, so you have that to look forward to. :)

The object of my affection was active in several aspects of the performing arts scene in Portland. I won't give any more details, lest I reveal to savvy Portlanders who it was.

I finally realized that I wasn't in love with him so much (although he was bright and extremely funny) as with what he represented: freedom. He had survived for over twenty years as a free-lance performer in a middle-sized city, and it was a time when I was contemplating leaving academia and going out on my own as a translator.

I eventually got over him, but I know for a fact that I was not the only woman in Portland to have a crush on him.