It’s nights like this when the idea there are different types of nights bothers me so much I seek human company. I get inside a box behind my apartment that once contained a Memory Foam mattress. When someone walks by I pull them inside it with me and demand to know how this night is different than any other. The consistency with which their answers involve the box is comforting to me. When I say “I would like your company,” this is what I mean. As to whether it will be a “date,” well, we’ll see.