So, my bf just got black ops II back for the xbox…. I thought I would be psyched; in exchange for getting him the game I would be rewarded with the thing I craved most – alone time. Thing of it is, alone time is not as great as I remember it being. I had dreams of watching whatever I wanted on TV, not being bothered for hours. Then I realized that alone time meant actually being alone, which I was shocked to find that I don’t really like as much I thought I did. So now I’m sitting slightly away from the bf and the xbox, at the computer, being alone but not quite. This raises a valid question: when did I stop being content being a loner?