Are you a woman going solo? Try a blow-up man

Still too freakin' hot here in SoCal to spend much time at the computer doing anything, but I do check my Mail and glance at the news headlines daily. Found:

Are you a woman going solo? Try a blow-up man - Yahoo! News (Reuters)

This sounds like something kinky, but it's not at all.

What I'm wondering is if Mr. Inflatible could get you into the carpool lane...? (Requires two or more in the car.) No small thing on these Los Angeles area freeways. No, not quite honest. Hmm, imagine what a cop might think/say about Mr. Inflatible?

Another thought: if some creep saw you hanging around with Mr. Inflatible he might think you're so weird he might not want to mess with you (too dangerous - who knows what a weirdo like you might do?)

Something else about Mr. Inflatible - he needs to lose weight. The man is seriously bloated.

Why do I feel the strange impluse to take a black marker, a kerchief, some beads, and make Mr. Inflatible look like a fat Captain Jack (cutey Pirate Johnny Depp)? Maybe because I'm strange, also go to too many movies (AC!).

As the article says... "...when a woman has finished using him, she can just pull the plug and he deflates. " Is that The Perfect Man, or what?

Note, however, that Mr. Inflatible is unemployed - he won't bring home a dime. Major flaw, that.

He'd also be useless for cutting the grass or hauling the garbage.

Pretty much a bum.

Excellent listener, though.