I had an inflatable. She stayed in a box in the closet through multiple unsatisfying relationships. I never became attached to it, because sex was completely unsatisfying, which is why I named her Boner-Killer.
Then this bitch showed up, stomped on her, and quietly sent her to the dump in an unmarked garbage bag. For me, that was the moment when dolls mattered.
She spent the next few years running off all my future girlfriends, by proving to me they were old, ugly, needy, and largely sexless. I had no choice but to accept her as my old lady, or accept my penis dying from neglect if I married a 4th time. Years later, I'm happy with that decision, even though she bites sometimes.
