I have been in this position, not recently and I think and draw similarity between Ken and Barbie.
Yes, I played with my sisters dolls. Sue me!
Being in a sexless relationship, is like being made with no reproductive anatomy. I felt like I imagine Ken feels, looking down as he must and thinking, “I’m incomplete.”
It made me feel sorry for poor Ken. As excited as he got he couldn’t do anything about it.
Don’t you think?