Homebody with a wild streak

Twenty-five, I work remote in data analysis, which means I barely leave my apartment off Nicholasville Road unless someone makes me. I'm shy until I'm not, and then I'm a lot. I want someone who'll coax me out gently. Someone who thinks a weeknight at Orange Leaf counts as a date. I'm single because I dated someone who wanted a party girl and I'm fundamentally not that, but I'll stay up till three talking about anything if the conversation's good. I want to be known, not just seen. I'll remember the things you mention once and bring them up months later. If that's weird to you, we won't work.