So maybe now I know why I don't go out on dates: I'm a big pussy.

I figured I'd break up the monotony of my workweek by heading to a local club for their weekly Swing Nite. Swing dance lessons, followed by a cool band (tonight, a group called the Irish Brothers from California). I got there, rarin' to dance with many women... and nothing happened. I basically stood on the sidelines and watched all the others dance it up while I sucked down two Buds.

One of these days, I'll actually get the balls to pursue women. Until that time, I'll be in my empty apartment, watching game shows and sighing heavily.