The act of admitting to oneself that you will not pull a good looking bird not matter how long you hang around the night club. You always end up taking the ugliest bird anyway, so why not just go ugly early and get it over with.
It was only half past ten when Steven left the club with a salad dodger on his arm. His friend Jim passed him in the carpark and remarked "Eh up Steve, going ugly early?". Steven sighed, glanced at the fugly minger, and replied "Fraid so Jim, got work in the morning, so I don't have all night"