Screw that, here's three stories about three completely different ex-girlfriends:
1) Despite showing know immediate signs before hand, when I stepped into her room for the first time it hit me in a wave of earth-shattering terror that she was an avid Japanophile. The color of her walls were unknown as every square inch was covered in anime posters, her floor was littered with those $200 ball-joint dolls, and and her pc... ugh. Anyways, back to the gaming bit. She only played three types of games: Any and all Sims "games", free MMORPGs (FlyFF, MapleStory, etc) and World of Warcraft. I can't find the spare time to play one MMO let alone several. Needless to say, she didn't last long
2) This one was the type who would rather watch you play and stare at all the pretty cutscenes. Played every once and a while, but it wasn't long until I heard "Hey, can you beat this part for me? It's really hard." After we broke up, I find out years later that her current boyfriend has done something that I have failed time and time again to do with any woman: He turned her into a "hardcore" FPS-er. Not the Left 4 Dead "HEY GUISE IMMA GURL!" type of FPS-er, the tea-bagging, shit-talking, noob-pwning type of FPS-er. She's still sweet offline, but once you get her to a mouse and a headset, shit gets really fucking serious. If I ever meet her boyfriend, I will give him a beer and a handshake.
3) This one absolutely HATES any and all video games with a passion. "Games are stupid. They are all a waste of time" "I'd rather be doing something like working out or shopping" and my favorite "Everything in your life is nothing but games. That's all you ever think about". Ah, for the longest time, there was nothing under the sun that was worse than The Viddya in her eyes. That is, of course, until I introduced her to Mario Kart.