I am trying to beat my shyness into submission. I am lonely, and time is passing.

I went to a sports bar to watch the Bears and Cubs last Saturday. I see a girl who went to the same elementary school as myself, and I was trying to figure out what to say, and how to approach her. My amigo is egging me on, and it's not helping. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I know.

I saw a guy go talk to her and her friend, and then go sit down. Hmm. Shot down? I see the girls getting up to leave, or so I thought, so I quickly scrambled over there. She remembered me, and I got her name right. Danielle. Her friend is Alice.They weren't leaving. They were going over to that guy's table for a drink. Danielle invites me to join them, and I do. The guy is not pleased. "Dudes! I didn't ask for dudes! Where'd the dudes come from?" His hame is Dave, and his buddy, I shit you not, was Jethro. Jethro never once spoke, but he laughed and giggled a lot.

Alice was very embarrassed. She's got competing males on both ends of the table. She verbalizes her discomfort. I don't know what to say, so I asked Danielle about her photo album, which for some strange reason she brought into the bar.

Best I can figure, Danielle was stuck as Alice's wingman and didn't like those guys, so I provided a convenient distraction. Alice sure wasn't pleased. Either that or Danielle is too nice to say no and avoid an awkward situation. I don't know. I asked for her number, but she's seeing somebody. I wonder if that's true or a nicer way of saying no way jose. I told her that it was nice to see her, and I went back to sit with the church cult guys who'd been keeping me updated on the Cubs game. They belong to the Willow Creek compound. It's huge, and I think Walter Payton's family goes there. That's what I heard.
11:08 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm