A girl I work with was talking about how she missed curling up in her boyfriends (well, ex-boyfriend’s) arms now that they broke up. She says she just can’t sleep without being held, etc. Another girl I work with mentioned the “boyfriend pillow.” Well, I searched for it and found it.
Basically, it’s shaped like half a torso and an arm that you can bend around you. I would be creeped out by it and for me, it falls waayyy too close to the uncanny valley for me. Not quite as bad as the creepy Peppermint Park kids, but still creepy.
But then I started to laugh. I think it would be fun for pranks. I think it would be fun to creep my husband out by having him curl up with a doll while he’s sleeping. I think it would be fun to have hanging out the passenger side of my car as I drive down the street. And so on. The girl I work with said she just might have to get one… wow.
They’re called realdolls.
I really need one of these pillows. I can often manipulate my bedside fan so that it sounds like someone snoring, and then I can somehow set up a contraption that makes fart noises and smells randomly… and then it’ll be just like sleeping with a man!
Easy. That is for your… protection. We are just making sure you are still there and not kidnapped and replaced by an alien, and you ladies have little bar codes we have to scan that we hide in certain places.
One of these days you ladies are going to quit asking questions and just learn to accept we do things for your benefit and leave it at that.
The boyfriend pillow helped my mother tremendously after my father’s unexpected death. They had been together for 42 years and most of those nights she slept with his arm around her, so sleeping alone was very difficult for her. Even though it is nothing like the real thing, it made it cozier for Mom and enabled her to actually get some sleep.
Well, maybe if I’d had one, I wouldn’t have put my face in a jar by the door or died. Hmmph.
actually, they’re a bit creepy for me, too. But why the hell not? Surely it’s harmless and most of us could use more and better quality sleep. I’ve been known to hug a pillow in my day–not sure I’m ready for one that hugs back, but YMMV.
I’m not sure if they are creepy to use, but my mother brought hers when she came to visit and didn’t warn me. What is creepy is to walk into your spare bedroom to replace guest towels only to find half a man laying on the bed. I think I jumped a few inches off the floor before I realized it was inanimate.