Jason, a friend for years, revealed a secret to me.
He bought an inflatable doll on Amazon, and to
his surprise, he said he fell in love with it.
He claimed he bought it only as a curiosity, kind
of like an experiment to see if it could arouse
any romantic feelings in him.
Despite the fact Jason seemed sane, he insanely
claimed the doll talked to him.
I met the doll Jason named Veronica, but I didn’t
hear her talking, except through Jason’s interpretations.
That was ten years ago, and Jason and his blow up doll
are still together, and he says he’s happy.
I will say this. He’s done better with his inflatable woman
then I have with flesh and blood ones.
And far as I can tell, he hasn’t lost his sanity, so maybe
he’s on to something, low maintenance and lasting love.

Bob Boyd