I actually did play Dungeons and Dragons with a girl back in high school. She was cute, too. Eventually she stopped coming to our sessions because we couldn't stop staring at her breasts.
Horror story: In college there was this jackass who horned in on our D&D group. He was really annoying and everybody hated him, except the Dungeon-master (who he kissed up to endlessly) so we put up with him. We called him "Gimme" because every time anyone found something good he would try to come up with some angle why it should be his, even if it was something his shit-eating half-elf wizard couldn't use.
One day my dwarf fighter fought a pretty major monster solo, some kind of uber-gnoll anti-paladin thing. Gimme was in the same room running around looting chests instead of helping- yeah, that was real 'lawful good' of him. I rolled really well and managed to crit the thing, killing him with one blow- he dropped a sweet enchanted axe for my troubles. Now here comes Gimme, wanting my new axe! I told him to shove it up his ass and he got offended so he had his character make a ruckus which brought about thirty gnoll guards in. Then he went invisible and my character died in the ensuing lop sided fight. The prick!!!
Everybody loved my dwarf fighter and enough was enough. We stopped the session early, took Gimme down into the steam tunnels beneath the campus and sacrificed him to Satan, slowly with a pocket knife.
After that we all got girlfriends and stopped playing- thanks Satan!