The Ken Doll was created as an accessory to Barbie, not as an individual. It was a sentiment that you grew to internalize almost. Sure, people aren't dolls. That's not how life works. Even the people who were fine with this didn't seem to get it, thinking you meant you needed arm candy. And it kind of frustrated you? So, you'd always let people go. Maybe that made you a villain, but, you had an idea of the type of man you wanted to date. And nothing was going to stop you from achieving that. You were going to get that dream relationship you would always play out with your dolls. You carried that thought with you as you saw... a cowboy? And a cowgirl? race past you with police in pursuit? Oh wait, no, not running past you. Running at you. The cowgirl was able to run out of your way, while ol' Cowboy seemed to crash into you. "Oh no-!" You could hear him yell. And in the blink of an eye, he had caught you right before you fell onto your back. It was... kind of a romantic display. He gazed into your eyes, and you stared at his face as you tried to assess why he seemed so oddly familiar. "Are you alright?" He quickly asked, trying to see if you had any sudden injuries on your person.