A Black Man's Synthetic Companion Experience.

I have options, I choose dolls. Modern marriage is ridiculous. Marriage laws, family court, no fault divorce, rampant promiscuity and cheating, and barely any women being held accountable for what they do, and even then they face minimal penalties. Meanwhile a man that isn't even the biological father (in some cases never even having sex with the woman) forced under penalty of law to provide for women.

Let's not forget that women themselves aren't ladies anymore. The only thing that hasn't changed is that they are self-absorbed; that part's only gotten worse with social media.

A doll is a bastion of peace to a man with options. The all you can eat buffet of women out there is not worth the effort. If you're reading this, you likely understand what i mean when i say that marriage is dead, and women haven't stopped beating its corpse.

the best part of having a synthetic companion is that i can put the relaship on hold to dell with life stuff and that come back to pick up right were i left off.

Dolls aren't for everyone. But it's kept me from the plantation. I'm rarely lonely, rarely stressed and 'she' gives me a sense of home and hearth.

Her main function is great. But just having her standing there waiting for me when I come home from work goes such a long way.

And getting a doll doesn't mean swearing off women. My door has always been open to them. The difference is that now I'm free of the desire to simp. Why simp when my perfect lady is at home?