Boot Camp?

What the flip?!
Robert and I were talking about out our summer plans yesterday and he blurts out "I wasn't going to tell you this, but..." and goes to say that he is going to boot camp for 9 weeks over the summer. Boot Camp! As in the military, as in Iraq, as in people yelling and I can't believe Robert would do something so stupid... stupid isn't the correct word, but it's how I feel.

Something interesting occurred to me yesterday though: when Robert and I were on the couch (watching the discovery channel 'cus we're such cool kids), he tried putting his arm around me and tickling me, not letting me get off the couch, all the flirty kind of stuff, and I was totally not attracted to him at all. I like thought to myself to tell him stop, but instead I just didn't sit so near. Even if I'm not totally attracted to him like that anymore though, I still am kind of irked about his choice of what to do over the summer (which includes what he will do for years after high school too). Stupid.

Update: His dad doesn't want to sign the papers to allow him to go, so unless Robert becomes very good at changing his dad's mind in the near future, he's not going.