From a very young age I remember playing video games with a fervor and passion that bordered on addiction, going as far as being late to my first day of first grade because I insisted on getting past whatever level it was in Super Mario Bros. that had the black background with the white trees. I remember realizing that reading in Final Fantasy was not optional.
Of the tons of birthday parties held at my house, there were girls present at most of them, oddly enough. However, when it was time to go into the "Nintendo" room for some four-player good times, the girls either were outside or did not bother to come that far into the house. At the time, I didn't worry too much about their absence; I was too busy yelling about people shooting potions and food in Gauntlet.
My early gaming years were a decidedly male thing. I didn't even consider the fact that girls could play games, except for my older sister's ability to school me in Galaga and Tetris consistently. Why the girls down the street didn't want to play this awesome new game was not something I concerned myself with, but in retrospect, I probably should have.
The year 1995 found me watching the launch of Windows 95 on the big wooden TV that had been relegated to Nintendo room use. I received this gift because my father decided it was too raggedy for anything besides Nintendo. In a few short months, BOOM: Pentium 133 MHz, 16 megabytes of RAM and a real ISP — none of that AOL nonsense. Now that I was happily wandering the Internet with no supervision whatsoever, I was to exposed to larger groups of people. Today there are privacy concerns, but back then we didn't have digital cameras or webcams just scanned 3x5s.
On the Internet I actually met real, live girls. Oddly enough, a large concentration of the ones I met online lived in Texas or the East Coast — not even remotely within my sphere of influence, so meetups were a rare thing. As the years progressed, something happened that would go on to change my life and influence my dealings with others permanently. This thing was PAX: the Penny Arcade Expo. Having attended E3 in the past, I was prepared for the conventional show, but the after parties, concerts and pub-crawls...It was like being in Nerd Hollywood! Compared to women I have encountered over the years, the women I have met at PAX are amazing. Witty, intelligent, beautiful; the list could go on for a while but it does not really need to be said. The so-called geek, nerdy, gamer girls are truly coming into their own and do not need anyone to tell them. When I saw the website Pretty Gamer starting, I jumped at the chance to join. I want to offer my opinions on various geekery as a male who does not suffer from the Internet malady of being a white knight. I know these Pretty Gamers do not need anyone to defend them because they can clearly handle themselves.