Bobby

You'd think with a girlfriend like Rogue, Bobby would feel the need to thug out. He's a self-professed dork who prefers cosmic bowling over motocross racing.

"I'm still not sure why she's still with me but I'm not going to question it," he said.

I admit to him that I felt the same way about my girlfriend.

"She wants to go into business, kind of like that shop on TV that turns junkers into pimp cars. Except she wants to do it with bikes. Me, I'm going to be her accountant." He grinned, half to himself. "It's not the sexiest job in the world but I know I'll never get affected by recessions. Everyone needs bean counters and I'm good at math."

Is he passionate about it?

"Come on, is anyone really passionate about accounting? I work to live. I want to collect old arcade games and video game consoles. I like playing ball in a big yard. I want to keep our old school going so more at-risk kids get to finish their GED and become bean counters themselves. It's great to be passionate about work but I prefer to be passionate about life."

He squeezed Rogue's hand. They're almost too cute to be for real.