There must be a reason.
Have you been whisked away by the man of your dreams to a remote island paradise (or even Kilburn, London) and made love to under the stars?
Have you won the lottery and are now on your own private island, being made love to under the stars?
Have you been made offer of a wonderful job at which you have met a man who made love to you under the stars?
Will anyone ever make love to you under the stars?
Probably, the answer to all of these questions is “no”.
What I have been doing is working at work, working at home, popping to London for the recording of “Before They Were Famous” by Ian Leslie, which starred a wonderful female actress who I have seen before and whose name I can not remember and John Finnemore, who has a new sketch show, the try outs for which are every two weeks in Kilburn, London and sleeping.
During none of these events was I made love to under the stars and, anyway, it is cold at night.