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Guys: Just a wake up call if your single and want to meet beautiful accomplished women…100hookup trip should be your next vacation. I’ve spoken to soo many amazing women here, and people in general. All I’m sayin..

After hittin some, spent the day chillin on the beach with an actual cocunut as a a beverage in hand. Did I mention how amazing this resort is?

Followed by fun at the pool, a cocktail party and lobster dinner…life is tough.

Of course the crowd convened in the perpetual and always fun martini bar. Tequila shots..I’m a pro now. And then to the disco for some salsa and to burn the calories. Can’t believe how quick the days fly.

Can’t believe tomorrow is the last full day. It seems there are a couple potential romances brewing among 100hookuprs but more importantly everyone is having a fabulous time!!

Did I mention there is all-inclusive 24 hour room service? YUM! This resort is fabulous!

I put on a cute little bikini and cover-up and headed to breakfast. Within 20 minutes somehow I managed to have green beetle juice all over my white (now tied-died) cover-up. At least the culprit was a cutie… Was that his pick-up line?

Off to tennis, followed by lounging at the pool with continuous cocktails in hand. I recommend the banana daiquiri or kahlua colada.  A visit to the relaxing open air spa, followed by a nice dinner and a 100hookup speed date event. Who knew this would be the hottest ticket in town.  There must have been at least 150 active participants (and a waiting list to boost). 100hookup organizers were pros trying to keep us all under control. Of course me and my Orlando, Ohio girls managed to be a 3 on 1 team quizzing these Lucky guys!

Since it is Day 2, the ritual continues time for 2 shots of tequila.  And then el discoteca.

A wonderful long day of relaxation and fun with a variety of folks. Everyone definitely seems to be having fun…

On my way to Mexico, sitting in first class (thank you FF miles) the beginning of a great long weekend no doubt…

WOW! This resort is gorgeous! A definite upgrade from the Bahamas –cheers to 100hookup organizers!  Did I mention I have a huge jacuzzi bathtub in the middle of my room?
A lot of familiar faces and a lot of new ones too. This is going to be fun…off to the beach for now! The afternoon sped away with a frozen daiquiri in hand as I caught up with friends at the pool.

Cocktail hour/Dinner–In a chill mood and acclimating to being on “vacation” after traveling all day. But who are we kidding it is a singles trip after all and it is the first day, lots of looking and fun flirting with new friends.  Not to mention my first ever shot of tequila– it is Mexico after all?

A special cheers for Mr. Rockstar, for getting Randi, Mer and I OFF, we were being bitten alive… must be our sweet blood.

A great first evening in Mexico, at a great resort with old and new friends…priceless…
See you tomorrow…

So 100hookup’s Riviera Cancun trip is around the corner.  Rumor has it the resort is fabulous confirmed by reviews independently on TripAdvisor. It has been several months since I vacationed and boy, am I looking forward to a getaway.  Tennis, sun, ocean, new and old friends, and possibly romance…you never know what can happen with a Cosmo in hand in Riviera Cancun.

I recently saw the thought provoking indie movie TiMER.  The premise: would you live your life differently if you knew the ‘exact’ day you’d meet the “One”?  The years, months, days prior, would you go crazy with flings or would you forego dating all-together and focus on other areas of your life because it was all predetermined by the TiMER?  The movie brings up issues of life’s detours and lessons, and arguably perhaps, the journey is what life is all about. Reminiscent of the indie movie Sliding Doors, TiMER provokes whether all our efforts in the dating arena are worthwhile or are the detours for what defines and gives our lives meaning.

Despite the torrential downpour Saturday, it was by all accounts a great day. I ducked into a French bistro with one of my closest girlfriends for a late NYC brunch. Since it had easily been a month since we had last seen each other, we talked at a rocket pace discussing work, upcoming trials, future travel plans and of course, our current crushes. After brunch, we ran in the hurricane-like weather to our next destination…Mani-Pedi. Catching up with a girlfriend while accomplishing our errands was no doubt a great time. Yet, I couldn’t help to think on this dreary day that staying in bed, watching movies, eating Ben and Jerry’s and being goofy with that special crush would make for a priceless day.

Seemingly, all things north of the border are heading south for the winter, and the Canadians have brought trendy to a whole new level with The Buried Life and certain musical feats that seem “tragically hip,” in the best sense of the word.  So with MTV sporting The Buried Life and airwaves sporting something akin to some sort of United Nations of music, it has quarter-life crisis kids from across the universe looking to exploit their individual life’s potential rather than waste away at a nine-to-five.  The same sentiment seems to have leaked into the love and lives of Los Scandalous residents everywhere.  And rather than wasting time pining over something that seems just far enough out of reach, Don Juans are turning into reformed rakes, trying to rendezvous with just their preferred of the thirty-one flavors instead of trying to taste them all. So, when the sweet situation gets a little too sinfully sticky, instead of jumping ship to the next flavor in the assembly line, boys are trying to clean up their act.

If The Buried Life teaches us anything, it’s that the bucket list is the same for everyone – even for beachy-keen boys from British Columbia.  Wouldn’t you rather stay with one sentimental sweetheart in lieu of lusting after a lady that tastes sweet for only the first five bites?  That which starts out sweet often turns sour, even before the expected expiration date.  Better to have loved and lost than gotten chewed out by some simple flavor of the week.

There’s an expiration date to various music. Songs you can no longer listen to post-partum from some significantly twisted tryst. I am the said survivor of a certain sexperience. I’ve recently found out that the expiration date for said song’s hiatus should not exceed four years. I came to this conclusion when I no longer had to swiftly change stations upon the uninvited airwave appearance in various acoustic forms. That’s the best slash worst part of all music, its ability to DeLorean you back to some significant time without warning. And, as much as this little lyrical lifestyle allows for the resurgence of something entirely blissful, it can just as easily invite the unwanted resurrection of something a little less than holy. So when the City of Angels is suddenly overrun by an unavoidable soundtrack to your life, hurry up and switch stations at supersonic speed, lest your sample CD gets stuck on repeat and you become one of those misguided mademoiselles fervently stating that they just don’t make music like they used to.

You know New Year’s resolutions are officially in pre-bikini season full swing when you can’t find a parking space easily at your gym. Now, let’s be clear that there are two kinds of gyms: there’s the gym you frequent to get into shape, and there’s the gym you attend when you’re ready to parade around town with the body you’ve sweated countless hours to achieve. The latter isn’t filled with elliptical seeking sweeties, but rather beachy-keen bimbettes that wouldn’t need plane-supplied flotation devices in the event of a mid-Atlantic crash. These cardio-kittens aren’t there to workout, that’s what their other gym is for! Rather they (like the men) are there to show off what their mama’s gave them in all-American Apparel that leaves nothing to the imagination. Welcome to Los Scandalous two months before swimsuit season. A land where protein shakes serve as sweet treats and calorie counting is a league of its own. When visiting this wild exhibit in the urban jungle, remember to keep your hands and feet on your own elliptical at all times, unless specifically invited by a trained aerobic handler. And please, don’t feed the models.

..blared from the Hurricane Disco as we danced around like inebriated teens having a great night.  After five nights of 100hookup’s Bahamas trip, I am officially now detoxing.  A week of fun, sun, tennis and new and old friends was exactly what the doctor ordered.  A shout out to the Brits and Philly boyz who kept us amused and in stitches, and a special shout out to Charlie’s Angels who made the week so much fun…it wouldn’t have been the same without you guys.

So what’s next when you are no longer in the “resort no-worries” mentality with the new-found connections? First, a lot of friending on Facebook and then comes Monday when we all go back to the daily grind and get caught up in life’s routines. On this trip I met some incredible friends and I also have witnessed the beginning of several romances (T and M keep me posted, my fingers are crossed). It’s all about next steps as we dive into 2010.  Happy New Year!