Rog Gets an Idea

Wait, that is it, I could join the military, Rog thought to himself. That would be a respectable thing to do, even with the world and the way it was heading. His life was over anyway with the whole Joan thing, so why not take the real plunge, do something meaningful? If he died in some odd suicide bombing, other than his mother, who would really miss him? Joan would miss the idea of him, not the real Rog. He suspected if she knew the real Rog, she would not be too thrilled. He was a quiet person, who preferred books to just about anyone one. He loved culture and he hated living in suburbia. Metrosexual, now that was a word that fit like a glove, a kid-leather glove.

Yes, joining the military was a noble pursuit. How would he explain it to Joan? How about his mother? His mother would know that he had never really had an interest in such things, had never even played with those plastic-green toy soldiers. What could he possibly tell them that would not be infused with his cowardly manner? Penny would understand, heck, she would probably know exactly how to phrase this. But the other two, they were a problem.

His mother was liberal and against the government fiasco the boys in Washington called "war." Did they even call it war anymore? And Joan was turning into a New Age princess ever since she had started hanging out with that woman Rainey, who had convinced her that the joys of the flesh, both edible and carnal were wrong. Perhaps he would not have been envisioning a better life in the military if it were not for that small thing that was pretty large to a person who was barely legal,or just legal enough to join, yes, you got it, the military. Pretty soon, he would be able to blame the whole thing on Joan.

Well, it was her fault after all.

But no, no, it was he himself who was to blame. He had let his body get the better of him for just a brief moment and that was all it took. Sure he could be a heel and break up with her, but they had made a deal. And he was a man, or something like that, of his word.

But, if he were military, he could have some adventure, get out of suburbia, support them both, and best of all, eat a hamburger without a guilty conscience.

And then another part of him chimed in, forcing him to look at his watch. He was a bit late for meeting his mother for their mother-son Monday. Oh,shoot,he thought and went racing out of the library.

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Well folks. You voted for it. No male escort life for Rog, you all choose military. Stayed tuned to see if Rog really does enlist.