Who is Bob?

Oh Bob. I met Bob through Alaina, my girlfriend, about 3 years ago. Back then he was Rob, and since there were a few Robs in our circle, he was known as RobDavies. RobDavies, no space. RobDavies was a nice, quiet and composed individual. He was polite and reserved. He was the kind of guy that makes you go "Let's get that guy hammered and find out what he's really like." Shortly, BobDavies met my long time friend and housemate, Rob Orton (see all the robs in this story?). They got along extremely well, and it wasn't long before Rob, who we call Yank due to his American heritage (He's a 'Maine'iac) decided that enough was enough, and he was going to call RobDavies BobDavies. And so Bob was born. Bob's reflex to this was to call Yank Bob as well, so really the confusion didn't abate at all, since they enjoyed ending every sentence they said to each other with 'Bob', I guess to relish in the hilarity of it all, you'd have to ask Bob. Either one, Yank or BobDavies. So Bob, if he had to describe himself in one word, would use the word akward. To quote Bob in a conversation we had the other day about the 3home kegger we were at. "I panicked when you guys left [to talk to other people] - I didn't know what to do." "I only knew that one girl and she didn't even show up. Probably a good thing though, since we're both akward, and unless both of us are drunk, I look at her and she just laughs, then we both get embarassed and it's akward." Case in point. It will sound like I am denouncing Bob here, but don't get me wrong, when we are hard on Bob, it's to give him tough love. Bob needs convincing to do a lot of stuff. Stuff he knows is for his own good, like meeting new people or doing things that might seem crazy at first. Once he does it he's glad he does. Bob and I don't really have akward moments between the two of us. If we're quiet together I don't usually notice, but he still likes to end our conversations with 'love you' and open them with 'miss you' just to play up the akward powers that he knows he posesses. Over the years Bob has integrated himself very well into the tight circle of friends that is the Camp Kandalore crew that frequents Guelph. Right now Bob is really down in the dumps. This happens to Bob a lot. I like to call him Eeyore because of it actually. Right now the problem is that bob hurt his wrist playing hockey. He got it in a cast just in case there was a broken bone. Now, after a week and a half or so, Bob has had the hand looked at again. It is broken. The bone that is broken takes a long time to heal, so it may be in a cast for quite awhile. On the bright side, they recasted the arm for him, so that means we can graffiti it all over again. I carved my name in the last one with a small saw. Pretty sure I'll need to do that again. So if you want to send Bob a message about how life's really not that bad without the use of your right hand for 6-12 weeks or whatever amount of time, or how sometimes you need to take the plunge to grow, or something inspirational, just post him a comment on the msg board there, I'm sure he will appreciate it. It will also confirm that someone other than Bob reads this blog.