Where are Midwestern Boys When You Need Them?

Last night CB and I went to our usual Shabu Shabu eatery for a well-deserved post-gym, healthy grubdown. Midway through our meal, a couple of handsome young men sat down next to us at the U shaped counter, looking lost and confused. It was their first time at Shabu Shabu and had only come in because they were hungry, they thought there might be sushi, and were a little tipsy (not drunk and obnoxious, mind you... tipsy).

Because CB and I are pretty open and friendly (and so were they), we soon began chatting with these men about the differences between Michigan and LA in topics ranging from weather to people, shows we liked to watch, our relationships to the person we'd come to the restaurant with, and more. We helped them with how to eat the food, they complimented us on how cool and fun we were, and before we knew it an hour had passed. We had all laughed, nobody had gotten creepy or weird or overly flirty. Checks were handed out and paid and before we knew it we were all saying goodbye.

Once upon a time I would have been baffled as to why nothing came of that meeting. I would have been out of my mind wondering how we could find them again, what we'd done wrong for them not to ask us out. Instead, I was relaxed and comfy, though I was a little curious as to why neither of them had asked for CB's phone number (she's closer to thier age), and I thought she might have been as well. But as we were heading to coffee we agreed that it was nice to just spend some time with nice looking, fun guys, do a little flirting and not need anything to come of it (and not fall apart when it didn't). I love it when I feel a growth spurt. It feels so good!

What a fun night. Unexpected, and perfectly lovely. Wherever you Michigan transplants are, out there, thanks. It was time well spent.