Pantydropper Of The Week: Chris Weidman

Beth - What's there not to love about a Long Island man? He reminds me of the boys I used to have crushes on when I was a wee lass making my way through elementary school with stars in my eyes and a kick in my step. He would have been the boy in class who was taller than me and kept me from having to be the first in line when we had to line up by height. And he would have made me laugh while my immature little brain was trying so hard not uncomfortable being taller than every other boy in class. I would have loved him so much for that. And I would have had his picture hidden somewhere near my bed. And I would have written our initials together inside a big heart. And I would have practiced signing my name Mrs. Beth Weidman. And I would have started riding my bike past his house at least twice a day. And I would have called him up to see if he answered and then slammed the phone down when he did. Sigh. Stalking was such hard work before the internet age.

Pantydropper Rating - 4 - Worth The Wax

Donna - There's something to be said for those Long Island boys. They say things like Hot Dawg and Take it Easy, and make smoking look cool. Chris would pick me up for our date in his IROC-Z, and we'd listen to Warrant while driving out to Adventureland, where we'd make out in the Haunted House. Chris would probably be wearing a leather jacket and he'd call me sweet cheeks and I'd get all flustered. The only thing that could make me love him more is if his name was Vinnie.

Pantydropper Rating - 4 - Worth the Wax

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