While the simple fact that he was in the Navy should have helped Bob when it came to...romantic pursuits. However, literally everything else negated that. It wasn't even that Bob didn't get attention. He was just totally oblivious to it. Afterwards, Hangman or Rooster would give him shit for missing signals.

Brilliant in the sky, completely dense when it came to social settings.

It wasn't that Bob didn't want to reciprocate. But between a severe lack of self-confidence and the missed clues, he was never sure enough to. And Bob was the last person to ever disrespect a woman. So he simply...didn't. Didn't try to bother anyone, didn't buy any pretty girl he saw a drink.

It was fine. Everything was fine.

"What about her? She's got a nerdy shirt on," Hangman said one night as they were all at The Hard Deck. "When I tried to talk to her, she gave me the cold shoulder. But she might be into nice guys. You know. Non-threatening. Nerdy. Like you, Bob. No offense."

"None taken. I think," Bob murmured, trying not to act like he was looking at you over the rim of his glass.