When I was 11 or 12 and before my unredeemable World of Warcraft phase, I was a GameMaster (GM) of a several Ragnarok online servers including SanctusRO, ProRO, and ScytheRO. All those servers I use a female character with names like Lana, Sprite, and Avedis. Girl characters, especially GM's, are often respected and don't have to deal with the competitive bullshit other hormonal raging teenage boys underwent. I just didn't want none of it. I only became a GM because it means having item producing abilities and I can kill people easily with the most gamebreaking shit on my guy characters and get away with it without people jumping to conclusions.
One day, some dude fell in love with me. He professed his love to me using the game server's announcement feature. I was like okay. I'm not only a good fighter/PVPer, but also a good RPer. I went along with it. No harm done. He gave me a link to his Xanga profile (mind you, this was before or around Facebook launching for the first time). He was a heavy Italian dude in his late twenties. I was like nope. nope. nope. I politely declined because that's what a lady does.