Les Lester's Chronicle, Message Board: Re: "Full Moon"

Nice groove, bro. I was living a very insular life in Minneapolis and generally took care of my business and traversed the highways listening to Spanish radio stations, attempting to hone what might become my second language. I’m getting pretty good at it, actually.

But as a newbie bachelor in the robust city of Chicago, I’m now trying to put together a Spotify or Pandora’s Box of mood music to captivate the next alluring belle, I get to spend time with exploring Chicago.

I used to know this city, and I still know it geographically. But I found myself in a posh area recently and realized that I’m on a totally different level from the Les Lester of my 30s. I realized back then that I was coming into my own, but now, with experience, my choice of women is at the top of the heap.

Principals, school superintendents, attorneys, doctors, Lol, it’s off the chain. At Operation PUSH recently, this stunning woman, who has obviously come into her own, arrived in the auditorium before the broadcast began, and made a beeline to where I was sitting. I thought, hmmm, she’s coming straight to my seating area. Well, she sat right next to me and began waving at other women in the vicinity, whom she knew. We began talking like we had known each other since childhood. Meanwhile, there was a woman on stage whom I had come to make a second-step proposition to using a double entendre strategy. As the program wound down, people in the auditorium began speaking at a feverish pitch. On the one hand my seating mate was now standing beside me and showing me photographs of her family, while I was peering onto the stage trying to determine if I’d get to pursue the object of my mission. I quickly said to the woman beside me that “I’ve made a new Facebook friend. Give me your last name, so I can find you online.” Well, she noticed my divided attention and pulled up her Facebook at-any-rate and that’s another story, now.

But the object of my affection was getting lost in the crowd and I apparently tuned out my seating companion as I made my way thru the frenetic crowd. Finally, I saw her. She was making her way to a media interview, with her entourage of three or four women, and relented to my advance and said: “Okay, walk with me to the interview.” Hmmm, I’m beginning to think she thinks I’m younger than her because the Internet has me as 54 — wrong. Meanwhile, I realized she’s my same height in her stilettos. And I’d probably nag her to death trying to get her on the radical life extension diet that has brought me down from 190-plus to a fit-looking 170 lbs. My former wife called me a nag for embracing the longevity diet, but admitted it had shaved off ten years in our appearance.

Oh, this posting is to enquire about how I can retrieve a good listing of mood music, urban contemporary — I’ll find my own contemporary gospel. Right now, I’ve only pulled up Sade; hmmm, how can I delete Smooth Operator? That song is only for my own private time. lol

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