I really liked the story of Poporini about the difficult finding of the love of Barbie doll. In our house almost happened a similar tragedy, but, so to speak, with a national colour.
The daughter had a lot of Barbie with a wealthy boyfriend, but not one Ken. In the big Dutch city where we live, Ken is not a problem to buy, but somehow the hands did not reach. Well, a child plays and plays, Ken does not ask, and okay. Until one not-beautiful evening she began to hand out one of her Barbie marry another. Remembering that her cousin is married to a woman (in the Netherlands it is common), and that in the event that the daughter goes the curved path - not to see our grandchildren as their ears - we rushed the next day to look for the Best Ken for the daughter's favorite doll through a very large shopping center. But everywhere for some reason, indeed, Ken was in the company of some questionable long-legged blondes in bikinis, and sometimes even puppies of different ages. To pay for this harem 50-60 euros without allowing everyone the famous frog, and we were looking for Ken-Holst. Finally, in a supermarket they saw a box with Ken alone, with no company, but with some small accessories. I’m running to the box office (the husband was running to the zoo at the time). I am already looking at the catch. Ken has a very cozy cloth on his neck, and a tight body on his torso (Jean-Paul Goethe likes to portray such young men in advertising), and, in general, if he wasn't a brunette, he would be terribly similar to Sergey Zverev - a haircut, a nose, a look, all with him... To accomplish the similarity in his hands, he holds a haircut and a haircut, and surrounds him with an entourage of a hair salon. I realized that I got the wrong Ken.
Our Barbie we married Shrek. Yes, not a beautiful man, not a rich man, but at least his sexual orientation is well known and the man is good.