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Welcome back for Parrrrrrrt TWO of my humiliating tale of the night I met (say it with me now...) "my baby", Chante Moore.  Chante possesses the greatest voice I've ever heard, but you should know that by now.  Warning:  If you're just joining the party, you really need to go back and read "Meeting Chante Moore (Pt. 1): Things Idiots (Meaning Me) Do" before going any further.  If you have read it, it wouldn't be a bad idea to do so again, just to reclaim your groove. Before we begin, I'd like to apologize for the long delay. If you were following me back during the release of Part 1 in February, you may remember my subsequent "lock out" from Facebook and Instagram.  We believe it to have been related to someone's misunderstanding of my original subtitle, "I Am NOT A Stalker".  We'll never know the truth, but I decided to wait and let the air clear, just to be sure. When we last left off, I had rented a carefully sele...

Note: I am no longer using Blogger.com.  You can find and follow all of my former and current work (including this 3-part story) at ZootsBlogSpot.com .   Be sure to sign up at the bottom for email notification of all my posts.  This story can be found (in a better format) at this link . Let's begin, shall we? Everyone has their idols whether in sports, radio, the big screen or whatever else.  When it comes to music, MY favorite (other than Luther Vandross) singer is hands-down, Chante Moore.  Now, before you gather any opinions because of her beauty, understand that my love for R&B singer Chante' Moore is genuine and well-formed.  I first heard her heavenly voice when she sang backup for El DeBarge on his "In The Storm" album (can we still say album?) from 1992.  She can be heard on "You Know What I Want" and my unmentionable dream-inducing, "Love Me Tonight".  Don't ask.  Let's just say that to me, she has THE most beaut...