My son's future spouse I fear all he'll have to choose from are obeasts. He and his friends are little teenaged shitlords - one has even vowed to never drink soda again (he's made it over a year so far). They all have little fitness goals they set and encourage each other. My son even shitlorded a former fat friend of his into shape. Anyway, we went out to eat at a hibachi-style restaurant, and my little family of 3 shared a table with some dependopotami (is that the plural?) and their herd of cattle.  We go there fairly often, and my fiance has for years - it's the only place we go out to eat because we just love it. Anyway, the chef that evening knew us, and immediately said, "I'm sorry" when he realized they weren't with us. He asked how old the girls were; I was thinking maybe late high school/early college. Nope. 15 - same age as my son. They all (hambeast moms included) scoffed at the soup and salad, but LOVED them some fried noodles and rice! They complained about nearly everything, but their plates were clean. The chef was trolling my son, trying to get him to ask one of the girls out. Now, he hasn't had an official girlfriend yet, and I can see why: slim pickins these days. I guess the reality of my son's future hadn't set in for me until last night.