Ruth: The Tall Blonde Sex Doll That’s Messing With My Expectations

A Skeptical User Meets Miss Ruth

I’ll admit it, I’ve always side-eyed the hype around luxury sex dolls. Especially the ones with names and little backstories—like, do people really fall for that? Then this Ruth shows up on Siliconwives.com, and suddenly everyone’s talking about her like she’s some kind of Southern movie star. For men who like their women tall (and apparently a bit mysterious), here comes Miss Ruth: 5 feet 7 inches of willowy, full-breasted… well, you get the picture.

Honestly, I thought it was marketing fluff. But something about that naive face next to those curves—hmm. Quietly impressive in a way I wasn’t expecting.

That Height Thing (And Why It Actually Matters)

Here’s what threw me off at first: her height is such a big selling point. Like they’re daring you to measure up (pun not intended). At 170 cm (that’s 5’7”—tall for a doll), Ruth stands out from the usual crowd of absolute sex dolls that top out closer to five foot nothing.

It changes how she feels in your space. Not just another “object”—she actually has presence. You notice it when you walk by her. Or when you sit down next to her and realize she could pass for an actual model if you squint and forget yourself for a second.

Weirdly enough, that extra height makes everything else—the steel skeleton, the movable joints—feel more realistic too. Like she could get up and stroll across the room if she wanted to.

Southern Belle Vibes?

Yeah… Sort Of

Ruth gets described as “Southern charm personified.” The Scarlett O’Hara comparisons are everywhere—except instead of green eyes, she’s got these tourmaline blue ones that are almost unsettling if you stare too long. Maybe it’s because they nailed that innocent-but-knowing thing with her face? It makes you pause.

Men want to protect her, indulge her… or so they say in those ads. Me? I kept thinking about how much care went into sculpting all that old-world courtly dignity into silicone and TPE skin.

Is it weird to say this doll has attitude? Because there were moments where I caught myself treating her with more respect than some people treat their roommates.

Details They Don’t Shout About (But Should)

You know what surprised me after unboxing? The weight: 77 lbs is no joke when you’re dragging someone upstairs—even if she doesn’t complain about your lack of upper body strength. And then there are all these measurements: bust 35.8 inches; waist barely over 20; hips at 35… which sounds cartoonish but somehow works in person.

The practical bits matter too: anal options each with decent depth (honestly longer than expected). Joints move smoothly without feeling flimsy—that steel skeleton does its job quietly in the background.

Also, discreet packaging is real here—the box looked so plain my neighbor thought it was office supplies. Shipping took two weeks like clockwork; no drama there either.

An Odd Shift In Perspective

Somewhere between posing Ruth for photos and trying not to drop her on my foot again—I started thinking less about whether sex dolls are “realistic” or “worth it” and more about why anyone wants one at all.

Maybe it's not just about sex or aesthetics or even novelty anymore—it becomes this odd experiment in attention and projection. You start noticing small things—a curl of blonde hair catching light near the window; how different clothes change your whole perception of who she “is.”

Not sure what that says about me—or anyone else who ends up browsing absolute sex dolls at midnight—but there it is anyway.

If You’re Still Wondering…

Would I call Ruth perfect? No—nothing ever is once you see past the surface details—but she does have something most luxury sex dolls don’t manage: presence mixed with an odd kind of dignity (if plastic can have dignity).

She’ll probably keep getting fans who want tall blondes with a dash of Georgia charm…and maybe a few skeptics like me who end up quietly impressed despite themselves.

Anyway—I still find myself glancing over sometimes half-expecting those blue eyes to blink back at me.