Isn't going out on your own so much better than going out with someone else?
Like tonight I ended up on my lonesome. Found a little bar with an outstanding little blues 3 piece and had one of the best nights I've had since I've been here.
My old best friend was the only person I've known that I could spend time with and just sit and think to myself. And then if something I could share popped into my head I'd talk to him about it.
But he's not around any more, and my brain seems to be so much more interesting than small talk about unimportant things that I don't care about.