Let’s pretend, for a second, you’re a lonesome guy who has bad luck with women. You buy an upscale silicone love doll and grow attached to “her”; but, after a decade of lovin’, she starts to fall apart.
What’s a man to do?
If you’re 37-year-old Michigan telemarketer Dave Cat, you have the $6,500 rubber lady “reincarnated.” Which is to say, you commission an exact replica of her to be stripped, molded and painted. And you bring her back from the freakin’ dead.
Dave considers himself a “doll husband” and hasn’t dated a flesh-and-blood woman since he bought his Real Doll — a synthetic female with a skeletal frame, joints, and rubber sex organs — in July 2000.
So imagine his sense of horror when, a few months ago, he noticed an 8-inch tear in her lower back, where her plastic hips connect to a spine. “She was literally bed-ridden,” he tells Asylum. “I couldn’t take her downstairs, and the sex was very limited.”
Worried, he called Real Doll founder Matt McMullen, who is the mad scientist of the sex-doll industry. “He asked us to save her,'” McMullen says. “To me it was really touching.”
by The Punjapit Alliance