Guess it would have been the Forest of Doom. I seem to remember her being a new release when I bought her, but that'd make it '83, when I was only 8 or 9, which sounds slightly too early.
She was my gateway into the world of gaming. I didn't understand her rules properly, added my dice rolls onto my Skill, so after the first fight, I had a Skill in the 30's, and romped through all the other fights. I bought 25 of her brothers and sisters over the years following, until I moved onto other games.
I've got fond memories and a lifelong obsession with fantasia and science-fiction gaming thanks to her. I'm pretty sure she's still in storage somewhere.
In terms of romantic love, that would be a girl called Carol when I was 18. I liked her first time I met her, and was quite enthusiastic at her (in a "hi, you're pretty and cool", not in a drooling perv way). She was a bit 'alternative', but fairly normal and a straight-A student, and was quite scared at the long hair, beard and leathers. She was with another bloke at the time I met her anyway, so nothing was going to happen from the off.
Nine month later, after spending a lot of time getting to know her, I left my first girlfriend, Linda, for her. Linda was ace, but I was never "in love" with her, and I went with what my heart was telling me.
Carol went to one of the other schools in town, where most of my friends also went, and I'd go hang around outside the gates at the end of school waiting for them when I got out earlier than them. This annoyed the headmaster of that school no end (again, long hair, beard, leathers), and he'd come glower at me from time to time. So, when they did the photos of the top A-level students for the local paper, I got to show up on the arm of one of his two top pupils. This still amuses me.
Two months after getting together, Carol went to Sheffield university, and 2 months later ended it. She was moving on and learning more about who she was, and didn't have the bandwidth to keep me in the picture, especially as neither of us drove, and getting to see each other was a pain in the arse.
Took me a while to get over her, and it didn't help that I went to Sheffield fairly soon after to visit, went to a party with her, and she pulled. I seem to remember that we kept in touch, and really just lost contact once I hit university the next October.
Post-doctorate, she went off to Germany to edit a chemistry journal, and, while I've not seen her in well over a decade, we've added each other on Facebook, and she's now living in Cambridge where she recently got married.
I know there's a really good pic taken by one Matt Pritchard of me and her the day we got together at the 1994 Rainow Festival. It ended up being displayed in the local library as part of an exhibition of local photographers...