Zaftig women no longer cool in Chicago

I recently got out what looked like a prom dress and went to a fancy Chicago party for the cast of Chicago Fire and Chicago PD. Since I’ve been living in Louisiana and Florida, I wasn’t sure how to dress and didn’t want to be seen as the bumpkin I am inside. So I put on this little black dress with wings. It was pretty much dance night for the over 50 and I was sure I would look weird. I did look weird, but that wasn’t the strangest thing that happened that night. I met a woman who was beautiful, had a great job, lot of money, blonde hair (probably natural), and a winning personality – but, a few extra pounds to love. Time was when a woman like that could not only get laid, but find a proper relationship with a hunky Chicago man. They used to be my go-tos when men in sunnier climes were simply not interested in a woman with a little girth and a pretty face. Chicago men never let me down. They were hard workers who didn’t know their own worth. Now, it appears they not only know their worth, they’re wielding it like a sharp sword. Chicago has too many excellent restaurants and pastry shops to stay slim. It should be a goal, but one that you never quite hit. On that note, today I’m going looking for the ultimate Polish pastry, the Paczki. I could go to Poland itself and not find a better donut with filling than here in Chicago. Stay slim or eat it? I say eat it.