IT’S A SPA THING

iPod set to Enya's, Book of Days

 

The spa Monkey Wrench and I went to was really cool.  Yes, there were facials, manicures and massages, but there was also hiking, biking, rappelling and rock climbing.  Now, if you recall that I’ve found these latter activities to be men magnets.  HOT men magnets.  So, one might think that on this little vaca of ours I would be able to report back to say that you can have your cake and eat it too; a massage in the morning and masculine muscles lowering you into a canyon by lunch. 

 

It seems however that anything related to, in connection with or anywhere close to the word “spa” is a natural repellent to the single man.  There were definitely assortments of women from mother/daughter pairs to groups of bridesmaids to the single gal getting away from it all.  There were also families (with men) and couples of course, but alas I can only report spying one possibly single man and I’m not even sure at that. 

 

So ladies, have a blast with your sis, friends, ma and hubby, but don’t expect to do the walk of shame in the morning unless you happen to O.D. on agave nectar and spoon with a yoga mat in the pool house all night. 

 

*Side note: Day trip guides and instructors…always a hot possibility.  However they are more of the Mr. Here and Now than Mr. Right.  (And there’s nothing wrong with that!)