What do you do when you're in LA for fun all by yourself? Laze on the beach for hours on end. Read a great book, explore Hollywood, wander into record shops, stroll the Venice Beach Boardwalk. Eat at some damn good restaurants. (Pro tip: If you feel weird dining alone, sitting at the bar is always less intimidating. Befriend the bartender. Hell, befriend the dude next to you!) This sounds cheesy, but everywhere I went, I felt like the coolest girl there. I probably, er, definitely wasn't the coolest girl there -- but let's call it a side effect of feeling intensely, exuberantly confident. I was fucking DOING IT.
Another secret to traveling solo: You probably won't spend the whole time alone (unless, of course, you want to). Chances are you know a guy who knows a guy. My sister connected me to one of her old friends and we went to the Griffith Observatory together. One of my Instagram friends, whom I'd never met in real life, drove up from Orange County. We drove around blasting Nirvana and staged a fashion shoot on the beach. I made a friend on Tinder (just a friend, mom and dad). We swapped stories, went shopping, grabbed a slice, and played on playgrounds. When I went back to my Airbnb each night, I didn't feel lonely. I felt proud.