I’ve been to Disney World solo twice now and I’ll be there for the first four days of my December trip solo. Things I’ve done at Disney while there solo:
Not even thought about room location – just took what was given and went on my way. First solo trip I was at All Star Movies in the Herbie section on the bottom floor. Second solo trip I was at POFQ on the 3rd floor of Building 1 – one of the furthurest buildings out.
Not worn a wedding band and never got hit on by strange men.
Stayed at parks until park closing and used Disney transportation to get back to my room.
Walked up and down the river at 12 – 1 am at POFQ after returning back to my hotel from the parks to unwind.
Went to Adventures Club at PI and stayed until closing at 2am. Sat out at PI waiting for the bus back to my resort – by myself.
Seriously, the thought never once crossed my mind to worry. I’ve lived by myself for several years now. It was no different being at Disney than doing my normal daily activities at home. In fact, I did feel safer at Disney due to the fact that there are usually CM’s around somewhere most of the time. Even the nights I’d walk up and down the river at POFQ, the water taxi would be passing me by every few minutes.
As someone else stated – just use common sense. I’ve also learned that if you are alone and pass a man - look him in the eye as you pass. Rapists don’t want their victims to recognize them. Most women will not look a man in the eye in passing, they’ll look away... at the ground... wherever except at the man. When a woman’s being attacked she’s usually too traumatized to take in details of her attacker. Also, looking at a man square in the eye and looking tough will dissway some of the attackers from picking you for their victim – they want an easy looking victim and not one that looks to put up a good fight … at least that’s what I learned in my serial homicide class in college. (Oh, and try spending two hours a night thee times a week learning about serial killers and then have to return to your dorm which is in a dilapidated old motel the university bought to use to house upper level students in. Oh, and you don’t have a roommate living in your room either. And you’re on the bottom floor.

I guess nothing at Disney scares me after studying about mass murders and being freaked out most of that summer)