Romee: The Nordic Blonde Sex Doll I Didn’t Expect to Write About

There’s a weird kind of honesty in admitting you bought a sex doll.

Or maybe not honesty—maybe just exhaustion. Anyway, here I am, typing this out, half-wondering if anyone reads these things for the words or just skims for measurements and hole depth.

The Day the Box Arrived (And What Was Inside)

The shipping was… well, it took longer than my patience wanted to allow. Three weeks, give or take a couple days—felt like forever. But when the box showed up on my porch? Not even a hint of what was inside. Discreet packaging is real. No awkward glances from neighbors.

Pulling Romee out of her cardboard cocoon felt oddly clinical at first. She’s tall—like actually tall, 5 feet 7 inches (170 cm) isn’t some marketing stretch. Heavy too; 95 lbs is more than you’d expect until you try to carry her up two flights of stairs by yourself and your arms start shaking halfway.

Details That Stick Out (Literally and Otherwise)

I remember thinking: “She’s got those proportions people obsess over online.” Big breasts (C cup), long legs that seem to go on forever, hips and butt that don’t look cartoonish but definitely aren’t subtle either. Her bust is 34.5 inches, waist at 25, hips at 37—numbers that mean more when you see them in front of you rather than on some product page.

The tan skin tone has this soft matte finish—not shiny like cheap silicone dolls sometimes are—and yeah, she looks young-ish but not creepy young (if that makes sense). Athletic build but with curves where it counts; absolute sex dolls nailed the body type for people who want something between model and fitness influencer.

Joints & Skeleton: More Real Than Expected

There’s this steel skeleton under all that silicone—movable joints everywhere. Sometimes they creak when you move them around (not loud enough to freak you out in the middle of the night… unless your apartment is dead silent). It means posing her feels almost natural? Not lifeless anyway.

Hands bend gently; knees hold position better than mine do after sitting too long at my desk. If you’re particular about positioning—legs up, legs down, whatever—the joints keep their place without much fuss.

Vaginal & Anal Sex: Stats Actually Matter Here

People get weird about specifics but honestly? You want to know how deep everything goes before dropping cash on something like this:

• Vagina: 7 inches
• Anus: 6 inches

No surprises there—it matches what they say online. The feeling? Hard to explain without sounding like an ad (which I’m not getting paid for), but let’s just say it doesn’t feel fake in the way cheap toys do.

A Quick Tangent About Hair & Face

Blonde hair—not quite platinum but definitely Nordic-vibe blonde—is rooted well enough that it doesn’t shed all over your sheets immediately. And her face… hmm, maybe not exactly what I pictured from photos but close enough once she’s set up under real light instead of studio shots.

Eyes catch light weirdly sometimes; there are moments she looks almost alive if you walk past quickly and forget yourself for a second.

Delivery Wait Time vs Anticipation

Waiting three or four weeks for anything is rough these days when next-day delivery exists—but with custom stuff like this? It’s normal apparently. Processing takes longer because each doll gets built-to-order (or so they claim).

Was it worth waiting? Depends how patient you are—or how desperate your boredom gets after midnight scrolling through absolute sex dolls listings again and again until impulse wins out.

Living With Romee — Little Realizations

Weirdly enough—I started noticing small things after a week or two living with her propped up in my bedroom corner:

• She fits women’s shoe size 6–6.5 if dressing her up matters.
• Getting clothes over those big boobs takes more effort than I thought.
• Cleaning routines aren’t glamorous but necessary if you care about longevity.
• Sometimes having her around feels less lonely in an odd way—even if she never says a word back.

I guess there isn’t really a neat conclusion here—the experience just keeps going on its own awkward rhythm, somewhere between curiosity and routine now.

And maybe that’s fine?