Did not know you scared

We all know someone who is a afraid to step out and grab life. I, too, know someone like this. He is a friend of mine.
I try and try to get this friend to go out and grab a drink after work all the time. I, at least, tell him he should get out more.
I am not some barfly who goes out incessantly and closes the night spots with regularity, but this guy has me beat as a homebody.
It is not that he seems content with his current situation. He does not have a grrrrrlfriend. He still lives with his parents.
Now, in his favor, he is a recent college graduate. And his employment options are just a part-time gig he has right now, although he is looking for more.
What gripes me is he is always complaining about the lack of options he has. Options as in dating opportunities. There are no grrrrrls in his life and it does not appear that it is going to change soon.
I tell him we need to go out. Live it up a little. But he says no, flatly, every single time.
So, it leaves me wondering, why bother? Why even ask if he is going to say no? If he is not willing to step out there, then it is not my problem. I should just stop trying to be his personal match.com.
But I don't. I still let him know every time I am heading out to a local watering hole.
I do this to try to help him out. At least I think that is why.
I, myself, am heading out right now to find some fun — if there is any to be had in this sleepy town.
Meanwhile, my friend will be watching his favorite college football team win a game he already knows they won.
I just hope his night is not as predictible as mine.
Here recently, it has been.
But I am still walking out the door.
I am grabbing my keys as I type.
I am slipping my shoes on and fumbling with the latch on my watch.
Hmmmmm. The more I ramble on, the more I think I am a lot like him.
Who knows? Maybe I am.