As an aside to no one, Wasteland and the ability to see Becky O'Grady's bra through her shirt sleeves are the reason I failed high school algebra.
Fallout caused my live-in girlfriend to leave me for two months in the late 90s.
I finally realized my personality was poorly suited to such things, which is why I never bought another video game again.
I replaced the locus of my obsession with the much more manageable vices of beer and guns, and never looked back.