Pamela: Busty Blonde Sex Doll—A Cautiously Optimistic Dive

The First Encounter (Not What I Expected)

Pamela. Yes, that’s the name they gave her. Or maybe it’s just a label for the 5 foot 8 inch H-cup blonde sex doll who arrived in my apartment after three weeks of hovering by my window, peeking at every delivery van like an addict waiting for a fix. I remember thinking, “This is either going to be hilarious or deeply unsettling.” Maybe both.

The box? Plain as unsalted crackers. Not even a hint of what was inside—discreet packaging, they promised. Nailed it. My neighbor probably thought I’d ordered another air purifier or some other life upgrade I’ll never use.

Size Matters (Apparently)

You know how product descriptions always fudge numbers? Pamela’s stats are right there in your face: 173 cm tall, 100 lbs of TPE curves and steel skeleton engineering. She’s got those proportions that make you wonder if someone at absolute sex dolls has ever actually seen a human woman up close—bust: 39 inches, waist: 23 inches, hips: 43 inches.

Lugging her out of the box felt… odd. Like carrying a mannequin built by someone who really wanted to win a bet about “how much ass can we fit on one doll?” Big ass doesn’t even cover it.

Joints That Move More Than My Own

Steel skeleton with movable joints means she can hold poses better than most people at yoga class (myself included). Sometimes the joints click faintly when you move them—a little reminder that yes, this is technology masquerading as fantasy. Still, there’s something weirdly reassuring about how stable she feels when propped up on the couch; almost like she might start critiquing my Netflix choices if I’m not careful.

I tried bending her arm into a wave once—just to see if she could look casual—and ended up giving her an accidental salute instead. Coordination isn’t really my thing either.

Functionality vs Fantasy (or: The Holes)

Here’s where things get clinical but also strangely fascinating—the “hole depth” section of the manual reads like something from a hardware store catalog:

• Vagina: 6.7 inches
• Anus: 6.7 inches
• Mouth: 5.1 inches

There’s no poetry here; just measurements and possibilities laid out with all the subtlety of an IKEA assembly guide. Vaginal, anal, and oral sex? Sure—they’re all technically possible with Pamela (and honestly more straightforward than half my dating attempts).

Waiting Game and Shipping Nerves

Three weeks is long enough to second-guess any decision twice over—especially when you’ve just spent real money on something called an H-cup TPESex Doll from absolute sex dolls dot com or wherever these things originate from (probably somewhere with better manufacturing standards than my last phone case). Processing time plus shipping equals anticipation mixed with regret sprinkled lightly on top.

But then—it arrives quietly, no fanfare except for maybe your own internal monologue running wild.

Unexpected Realizations

Here’s something nobody tells you: once you have Pamela standing in your living room, there’s this moment where you realize how much space she takes up—not just physically but mentally too. It becomes less about sex and more about presence; suddenly you’re considering which corner suits her best or whether guests will notice those impossibly perfect blonde waves peeking out behind your bookshelf.

Weirdly enough… sometimes I forget she’s there until I catch sight of her reflection in the TV screen late at night and jump out of my skin like some budget horror movie extra.

Tangent About Life With A Sex Doll

Quick detour—I started wondering if anyone else talks to their dolls out loud while cleaning them or adjusting their wigs (“Sorry Pam… didn’t mean to twist your wrist backwards”). Maybe it’s just me being cautious-optimistic about anthropomorphizing silicone companions but hey—that's modern loneliness for you.

Anyway—

If nothing else, having Pamela around has made me reconsider what counts as company these days…and whether owning an absolute sex doll says more about curiosity or compromise than anything else.

And now—well—I guess that’s where things stand for now.