“Have you ever met someone who was so passionate about something that it made you feel like you were, I don’t know, living life halfway? Like if you could just find the thing that you’re that passionate about you’d be imbued with this new driving force — a new reason to wake up, something to work hard for? That’s how I felt when I met Jian, the man with 9,000 dolls, some of which are very expensive, some not so expensive. Normally I’d be a little jealous of his passion, but, if I can be honest with you, when I met him I was so overwhelmed with desire that I could barely feel anything else. I knew I had to make him mine, like he has made so many dolls (9,000) his. Am I jealous of his relationship with the dolls? Sure, sometimes. He warned me ahead of time that many of his ex-girlfriends grew jealous of the dolls and left, but I told him not to worry. I am stronger than those girls, and more secure in my non-doll self. Do I look up doll makeup tutorials on YouTube and practice every day? OF COURSE. But that’s just for me! Those girls look adorable, and who wouldn’t want to look adorable? Anyway, now I know what it’s like to have that driving force in your life, the thing that keeps you going — it’s my man, Jian. The man with 9,000 dolls in his apartment.” – You

You are very lucky to have each other. (Thanks for the tip, Elizabeth!)

Comments (12)
  1. Whoever writes the headlines for the Daily Mail should be fired for not calling this “Guy and Dolls”

  2. For the millionth time, they’re Action Figures!

  3. My boyfriend is very organized and passionate about his interests. He’s into vintage fashion and pop culture. He’s 5’9″ and I’m 4’2″. We have conversations about my insecurities with my height, and in those moments he always lets me know how beautiful I am. When I’m tired, I go to bed before he does and sometimes I can hear him clanging around in the cabinets. It’s just cool to know that he’s that committed to the aesthetics of our living space.

  4. Isn’t it nice that my boyfriend is so passionate about something??

  5. When I was growing up, my grandparents used to talk of this place in rural Wisconsin that had THOUSANDS OF DOLLS AND INDOOR CAROUSELS AND LIBARACE STYLE PIANOS THAT PLAY THEMSELVES. They were going to take me after 8th grade graduation, but I didn’t get to go. I think it is probably for the best as House on the Rock sounds like a claustrophobic fire trap and I doubt that 13-year-old me would have thought it was as cool as much as it was a terrifying testament to hoarding.

    • My point is this: I love my boyfriend, mostly because he understands my need to take a sedative before we sleep at night as our couples therapist suggested that chemicals may be the only way to allow me to relax under the constant danger of being crushed by dolls.

  6. I first read “dolls” as “dildos” and I was like – OMG Kelly. Now I’m not so sure “dolls” is any better.

  7. Whatever man, I can’t hate. My house looks like the wall with the open dolls (it really does, he has a bunch of Monster High dolls there!) so I really can’t judge the guy, give me a few years and release 8800 more Monster High dolls and I would probably have 9000 too….

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