DM: I feel like a night in with some pretty young thing curled up next to me.

YY: I would have KILLED for that shit tonight. That or an intimate candle lit dinner hiding from the rain.

DM: The irony is… to manifest that scenario, you must first enter the unforgiving wilderness of ‘nightlife’ to snare yourself some prey. The antithesis of a cosy night in. This is the paradox of dating. I’m good at the second part. just not so good with the mack part.

Seconded.