>>73850
>>73892
Your waifur is real, but she lives on another planet. The planet is made of antimatter and so is she. You and she can exchange emails from about half a light-year's distance and that's it.
Your waifur is real but her species carries microscopic mites in their fur that are, fur them, harmless. They cause massive and lethal immune reactions in humans.
Your waifur is real but her species thinks humans smell bad.
Your waifur is real and she is really excited to meet a human. Prior to our species meeting theirs, humans were, fur them, a mythical species fur which there were a lot of cultural and mythological references. They also appeared a lot as characters in her species' animated entertainment. She is obsessed with humans. She is a the local equivalent of a furry, complete with obesity, bad hygiene, and one or more personality disorders that make it extremely difficult to spend any time in her presence. She wears a plastic "human" mask and local equivalent of a Spirit Halloween store costume on your first date. The mask inhabits the deepest portion of the Uncanny Valley.
You get to meet your waifur. She likes you but not in "that" way.
You get to meet your waifur. She smells like a wet dog all the time, with just a little bit of skunk smell in damp weather.
You get to meet your waifur. She steals your wallet. You learn that she is a drug addict and petty criminal. You and the other humans quickly learn that the only ones of her species who are willing to have anything to do with humans are the ones rejected by everyone else: the disfigured, the morbidly obese, criminals, the insane.
You meet your waifur. The two of you fall deeply in love. But she really likes puns. She constantly makes horrible, horrible puns. "Why are you such an incorrigible punster?" "You shouldn't have incorriged me."