I mean...if you took a life insurance policy out on her...
Chantal wants a lot of things from men, in theory. She goes on dating apps and starts swiping, living up the fantasy of all these boyfriends and dates, of being desired.
Then when she starts getting actual replies, she panics and feels dread. She knows what she looks like, she knows she can’t even turn over in bed easily, and despite all her “ho day” stories, she knows she’s inexperienced and hesitant. She may not have even really wanted sex, but instead wanted the illusion of being desirable.
Fear of being around and exposed in front of other people grips her and she self-sabotages or bails, before doing anything with these men. All her nervous insecure feelings overwhelm her and she suddenly sees these chats as unpleasantly real and uncomfortably close. This is a woman who is by herself all day, only sharing convo and space with one other person. We’ve seen how afraid she is of interacting with strangers without a script (guy in the drive-thru? Sure, she can handle that. Guy in the supermarket? Scuttle away!). We’ve seen how awkward she is around people she doesn’t know well.
I think she longs for companionship, but is so closed up in her own little bubble and so insecure that the moment her fantasies stray into possibilities, she panics and hits the eject button. She’d honestly be better off buying that sex doll, because it won’t push her into unfamiliar territory. She can control it, it won’t judge her, it won’t pop the fragile pretend bubble around her life. She can continue thinking she’s just a chubby big girl who needs to lose like 60 lbs at most, that she’s a famous youtuber, that she has nice things and a luxury villa and friends and fans.
The desire for affection makes Chantal swipe right. The need to stay familiar, comfortable and avoid change makes her delete the app a day later.