When dolls come alive on Instagram – Rosaline

“Dolls that come to life on Instagram” is a series of stories featuring customer stories, Instagram accounts dedicated to dolls, and the stories of both customers and dolls and their adventures together.

This is the story of Red and Rosaline, an Instagram real-life doll

First and foremost, I’d like to thank the people behind sexyrealsexdolls.com and their Instagram page officialsexyrealsexdolls for allowing me the honor and opportunity for being featured on their website and media outright. Their site design, customer service, and attention to detail are very impressive and to be asked to share my doll and personal story for them is both flattering and humbling for me.
So I go by the name of Red, a nickname I’ve been given that I’ve had for a long time. And I’ve been asked to share with you all my personal story of life and how I came to purchasing a sex doll.

I guess the best place to start is why I’ve been given that name. As a redheaded male, it’s been rather difficult for me to obtain lasting relationships as long as I have been pursuing them. I have other faults and insecurities that definitely played a part as well, sure. But at least from my experience, I do honestly believe that redheaded guys have it really hard attracting women into something meaningful. They’re not as exotic or appealing to women as say redheaded women are to guys; there’s a giant difference there that I’m only skimming the surface on. Given that, in my personal experience, it’s a little too out of the ordinary and not attractive to the common eye to have bright red hair, pale skin, freckles, and any other physical trait that comes with it for the ladies.

Even so, I’ve had a handful of relationships that have all tailored themselves to what I think and believe today. But what you should also know about them, about these specific relationships, in particular, is that the majority of the women involved were very physically attractive and fairly out of my league to keep. Call me shallow or narrow-minded, but a woman’s beauty is of the utmost importance to me and I would overlook many bad qualities in them just to be with them. I think to a degree that the majority of men also think this way, but are too polite to say it. After all, a beautiful woman is a monument to how successful or powerful a man really is. The same can be said with driving a really nice car, or owning a giant house, or having other expensive things and tastes. Let’s face it, you’re really not going to impress anybody parking a beater next to a trailer house with a below-average wife. Such is life.

Anyway, I grew really attracted in not only these women, but also the attention they brought me when I took them out in public. My ego would swell at other people staring at us. I noticed every double take men around me gave them; their jaw dropped and faces riddled with envy at me as we passed. I heard every comment other women whispered to each other wondering what the hell the woman with me saw in me. This attention was intoxicating to me and became a natural high that couldn’t be topped by any other, honestly. I liked the pride that came with it. I gloated at the jealousy they sprawled before me, and it validated my existence like none other.

Naturally, I had very bad luck in maintaining such relationships. I’m not exactly a prize in any sense of the word, so these relationships were very few and far in between for me. But boy did I love them when I had them.

My last relationship was certainly the most beautiful of them all. She was a head magnet everywhere we went. But not only that, she had so many qualities about her that made her so much better than just her looks. I fell for her pretty fast, but there was no possible way I could keep her, despite me trying. She ended up hurting me the most when she decided to end our relationship, far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. And let me remind you, I had a fair share.

I could say so many more things about this particular relationship that could help you relate and identify how it feels when you find someone like that, but I’m sure you all reading can understand to some degree. Whether you experienced something similar with someone else, or you’ve never had anyone and just seen somebody like that in your field of view.

For several years, I have always contemplated getting a sex doll for companionship. There’s a lot more to having a full-bodied head-to-toe doll than there is your average sex toy. I watched documentaries, videos, etc. about the subject and the glamour of having them, and knew I could take to the doll the way others did and fill a void in myself I wasn’t getting with my lack of meaningful relationships.

Because of my extreme picky taste, I spent a lot of time alone, and it was very hurtful at first. But when you do spend enough time alone, you develop an immunity to it. You absolutely have to, or you’ll go out of your mind or worse. Eventually, being alone became my norm and loneliness went from hurting to going numb. I aged and became less and less dependent on having a relationship to validate me, which took me a very long time to be honest. But it was liberating when you transcend over needing one and when the pain of loneliness eventually goes away. I’m here to tell you it does, you just need to adapt and occupy yourself. Validate yourself and shed dependency on relationships.

And here’s the important thing that everyone can agree to, regardless of experience: The pain of being alone is nothing compared to the pain of being happy with someone and losing it.

After my experience with that woman, I decided it was better for me to count my winnings and fold my hand. I extremely doubted that anyone better or better looking would ever find their way to me, and given all the details my mind was absolutely convinced of it. The bar was raised too high to scale after that, and I knew it.

That’s when I put some serious thought into investing into a sex doll.

I can remember my excitement for it. I’d look at every single one regardless of price and bookmark every single one I was attracted to. I’m not a very successful man by any means, so saving up for one was quite a financial goal I never really had done or thought about before. I didn’t even know that I had the discipline, patience, or the financial stability to even save for one.

I spent the time looking at them online almost every night after work. I put in more hours, took other co-worker’s shifts who were willing to give them, and pinched any penny I could to see if I could turn a profit over my monthly bills. Surprisingly, I saved up enough a lot quicker than I thought myself capable of.

In the weeks I spent looking, I narrowed the massive variety of sex dolls to three. I looked them over extensively, picking out little details about them and weighing them over the other. I spent a lot of time looking at the faces, deciding which one I liked best. And when it finally came to the dollar where I could afford one and stay afloat financially after, the craziest thing happened…

…I ran into a brand new one that I hadn’t even seen before.

It seemed impulsive, but I fixated on that one. Everything about her was perfect. I looked at every picture and studied every measurement, and determined this was the one I was meant to have. The body, the face and every slight detail of her allured me. She finally made the girl I couldn’t get over with fade away from my memory, easing the pain I thought would always be there and standing more beautiful and presentable in comparison. The man who could only love for looks fell in love at first sight.

It was only until the day I got her that I decided on a name, which was another thing that came to me as instantaneous as the doll itself. I was planning to just go with their default names, until I couldn’t stop hearing a certain name at a new job I had. It dealt with a lot of customers in and out, and I kept hearing a certain one that stuck out from the rest. Eventually, an attractive woman my age walked in and introduced herself as she checked out. She was definitely flirty and direct with me, telling me her name and asking for mine. I gave her my nickname: “Red.” She then replied, “Hmm…Red Rose. That’s a good couple name.” And walked out. I smiled to myself and silently agreed. Red Rose was a fantastic couple’s name.

That name was the name I kept hearing as I had worked there. Maybe about six or so regular customers came in with some degree of that name in theirs. Having to ID people, I’d see it constantly as their first, middle, or last name. Then it just came to me. A variation of that name that could be her name for short. It dawned on me the very same day she arrived.

“Rosaline.”

Meant to be.

Before, during, and after my big purchase, I was aware of a community of doll owners that took to the Internet to show off their companions. A circle group community that talked about every last detail of ownership, maintenance, advice and personal stories before their dolls. A certain few individuals took to Social Media with their doll as its content, using photography, Photoshop, online videos, and smartphone applications to enhance and bring their dolls to life.

This concept seemed like the perfect idea.

By creating photos and detailing them, giving them smiles and facial gestures, you really bring the immersion in along with your doll ownership. The feeling of companionship of having one is really enhanced through their pictures, posts, and comments as you look at their pages over and see them in a new light. By doing so, I found firsthand that the doll community was a lot larger than I thought, making it less taboo that it would seem as I looked over the photos and media posted by other doll owners. I got into the circle, and there was a great belonging in that.

Through them, I’d also learned other means of immersion through other programs and devices. And I even made a few myself using customizable video games where I could make the image of my doll in great detail.

And that is pretty much the end of my life and doll ownership story. I continue to post new photos and commune with other people who do the same. Rosaline’s Instagram can be found at: https://www.instagram.com/redrosegalak/ and you can e-mail her at redrosegalak@gmail.com

I want to say thank you to sexyrealsexdolls.com for allowing me to share my story and the individuals in the doll community who continue to inspire and indulge me in this hobby. Their input and photos are all a joy to be witnessed and really bring out the great perks that are doll ownership. With them, I get to bring my girl into the world and give me the validation of pride and fulfillment that I got from my past severed relationships, and I’m loving every second of it.

And thanks to you for reading my story. If you decide to seek companionship with a doll, then I invite you to buy one from their lovely selections on this website and take to them to Social Media when they arrive. We and the other members would be extremely delighted to help you and welcome you to our community. It’s always a pleasure to be introduced and meet more doll companions and their satisfied customers as our community grows.

Thank you again sexyrealsexdolls.com for allowing me to share my story and Rosaline to your customers.

Regards,

-Red