Widow: Pool Shark Sex Doll (Or, How I Met the Most Competitive Doll in My Apartment)

The Day Widow Arrived (Yes, the Box Was Huge)

I don’t usually write about sex dolls. Or pool. Or, well—sex doll pool sharks. But here we are. Introducing Widow, the pool shark sex doll with an attitude! There’s something about a five-foot-three silicone blonde showing up at your door in a plain box that makes you reconsider every decision that led you to this point. Not regret exactly… more like mild amusement mixed with cautious optimism.

Unboxing her? It’s not what you’d call romantic. More like wrestling with a fancy mannequin while praying your neighbors don’t walk by and ask if you’re starting an art project or running some weird underground billiards league for dolls.

Curves That Demand Attention (And Win Bets)

Widow is… hard to ignore. Those curves aren’t just marketing fluff; they’re kind of distracting even when she’s just propped against the wall waiting for me to clear space on the couch. Bust: 34.6 inches, waist: 24.8, hips: 39—numbers I had to double-check because they felt almost too perfect, but there it is.

She has this “I bet I can clear the table” look molded right into her face (or maybe that’s my imagination). And yeah, she keeps me focused in ways no actual pool game ever did.

Movable Joints & Steel Skeletons (The Unexpected Engineering Lesson)

Here’s where things got unexpectedly technical: steel skeleton, movable joints—she bends and poses like she actually wants to line up a shot herself. Setting her up by the pool table feels less like staging and more like prepping for some sort of trick shot showdown.

I’ll admit—I tried posing her holding my cue stick once and it was both hilarious and slightly impressive how stable she looked compared to my own awkward stance after two beers.

Sex Doll Features That Actually Matter

Let’s get real for a second: people want numbers when shopping absolute sex dolls online. Height? 159 cm (that’s five foot three if you’re old-school). Weight? Seventy-two pounds sounds light until you’re carrying her up stairs—then it feels like moving furniture with opinions.

Vaginal depth: 7.1 inches. Anal depth: 6 inches. Not stats I thought I’d ever memorize but here we are again.

Skinny build, c cup breasts—not cartoonish but not subtle either—and everything made from full silicone so it doesn’t feel cheap or plasticky at all.

The Attitude Thing

It’s weird how much personality you can project onto something lifeless if you spend enough time around it—or maybe that says more about me than about Widow herself? She has this vibe (is that possible?) where she looks just unimpressed enough to make losing at pool feel personal.

Maybe it’s built into her design—a kind of default sassiness in her lips or eyes—but playing against her became my new version of “losing gracefully.” If nothing else, she never gloats out loud.

Shipping Surprises & Discreet Packaging

Shipping was… fine? Three weeks felt long when tracking updates were vague (“in transit,” thanks), but free international shipping is hard to complain about unless patience isn’t your thing.

Discreet packaging means exactly what it sounds like—the box was so nondescript even my nosiest neighbor couldn’t guess what was inside unless they caught me mid-unpacking and then who knows what story they'd invent anyway?

Processing takes two weeks before shipping out—that part surprised me a bit—but apparently quality control matters with these things more than I realized.

A Tangent About Pool Tables & Company

Owning a pool table already gets comments from friends (“midlife crisis?”) but having Widow leaning across it during poker night raised new questions I wasn’t totally ready for—like whether or not anyone else wanted their own absolute sex dolls dressed as sports icons next time around.

One friend asked if she came programmed with trick shots; another just laughed and said he bets she wins more games than any of us do sober—which might be true honestly if posture counts for anything in billiards scoring systems now?

Not Quite What You Expect

Anyway—I didn’t expect much beyond novelty when ordering Widow; turns out there’s something oddly comforting about having someone—or something—in your corner who never judges missed shots or bad days at work or questionable decorating choices involving neon beer signs from college days past.

Would I recommend her? Hard question; depends how comfortable you are explaining why there’s suddenly an extra guest at your next game night who never drinks beer but always steals attention away from everyone else in the room without saying a word—

You get used to it after awhile, probably.