Hmm. see where you're coming from incidents, I've been on my own much longer than I'd care to admit, used to be 'cause I was ****ed up 'case my parents split up, my mum was veryill, my sister was suicidal and my "best friend" was a malicious compulsive liar. That's all changed now but I don't know if I could spare anyone worthwhile the time they might deserve etc.
Guitar demands commitment but thankfully not fidelity. I've played the field a bit and love my flatmate's Mexican Strat but my Ibanez is very understanding and doesn't get pissed of 'cause she's not the only neck I stroke nor does she get insecure when I play with another (frankly better) whammy unit. I couldn't get that kind of understanding from a woman. If playing Django licks makes you happy that's great; it's useful to have an all-consuming hobby (I have 3, guitar, wildlife and cycling) 'cause people are so bloody un-reliable. It's important to strive to improve yourself every day keeping your eyes on the distant horion and know that it's the journey not the end that matters.

By the way, Tolkien's cute and fluffy as an indian Cobra hidding in a chamber pot.

Get a life? I have access to many, that's what I love about fiction.