The indulgent pleasure of traveling alone first occurred to me on a business trip to New York one not-so-steamy August years ago. I had a day to kill by myself, and I didn't really know what the hell to do. The weather was warm, but not stifling, so I started walking around. One neighborhood lead to the next, and whenever I strolled past a shop that looked interesting, I popped in.

When my aimless walking lead me past a particularly tasty-smelling Asian restaurant, I knew it was time to stop for dinner. I didn't have to ask anyone what they felt like eating, or if this place looked good, I just went in and ordered an ice cold beer to go with my spicy noodles. Later, I discovered that bartenders at hip hotels are always clued into what you should be checking out while in town.

Since then, I've reveled in going it alone. Not all the time, of course. I enjoy spending time with my friends and loved ones. But sometimes, a solo experience really suits me. And I think it'd suit you too. Whether traveling or at home, there are times when a man should embrace his inner introvert and lean into the JOMO (that's, Joy Of Missing Out). Take yourself to that museum you've been wanting to see, out to dinner, to a bad movie or even a quick weekend trip by yourself. Because when you're by yourself, any wild whim or seemingly ridiculous idea is yours to follow.