Inspired by, well, Bob, and begun in my head while staring at the ceiling late one lonely, sleepless night.

Just Plain Bob.
Gun-toting cyborg.
Met who knows when and where.
Big unknown.
Just one more boardie.
Just one more battle-thread.
Just one more guy with Weapons of Mass Destruction.

Just Plain Bob.
Turns out to be Asian.
And intimidating.
And looks unamused,
But apparently unembarrassed,
By a certain flowered hat.
Intimidation factor lessened by the wonderful discovery
That the apparently unamused Asian
gives mmmmmmgood footrubs.

Just Plain Bob,
Or Blob,
Cute nanotech thing with pseudopods
And a disturbing way of burbling when pleased.
Blobsnuggles, awwww!

Just Plain Bob,
Surprisingly snuggly really...
Gives in and joins the fuzzy side!
Ah the power of being feline and cute!

And then further surprises ensue...
Who would have known?

Still something distances.
And I sense depths unmentioned, revelations untrusted.
You touch me... but I can't touch you.
Though intimidation factor has gone,
And friend is the word I'd use,
Slowly closeness fades.

Just Plain Bob,
In person again.
Looking better than ever.
Found to be more amusing than ever.
Very good company.
Mmmmmgood footrubs.
Meltingly good footrubs.
Mmmm...
But best of all is finding a certain common interest
And talent
And strong arms to snuggle up in.

Just Plain Bob.
Some things perhaps still unmentioned,
But with revelations entrusted.

Trust conquers all.

And love may just be in there somewhere too.