(Partial Story)

“I had a bad year last year.”

“Mmm” I said rolling out my yoga mat, he didn’t donate much to Karma Yoga.

I want to talk to him more about Karma. He’s cute, sheepish, doesn’t ogle the girls at yoga, makes them blush but not in a lustful George Thorogood way. He told me last week I seemed to be building up good Karma. He’s so confident, yet insecure. Is he humble? I can’t figure it out.

We start in a breathing meditation, the teacher has lit some candles – I almost feel romantic with him beside me. He has a deep scar on the inside of his forearm shaped like a half moon. He has stains on his teeth, he told me he quit smoking seven years ago. I don’t think he has benefits being the owner of a dog supplies small business. He’s going grey and bald; shaves he’s own head to save money.

I can’t seem to focus on my meditation as much wanting to know more about him. He gave me his number a few months ago at the end of winter and it didn’t go through on my frozen phone. I’m too intimated by his ease and comfort to ask for it again, plus I feel like a tech drop out – used to be quite handy with devices. I wanted to ask him for it again.

He seems to say the right things all the time. Soft spoken during yoga and direct after class, funny too. Said he was going through a breakup. So was I. Mine I thought I was through. He seemed to think his ex was crazy. What does that say about him?

A few postures on my mat, warrior two does make me feel strong gazing over that front arm holding a gentle, yet firm focus. We both did Kung Fu for different reasons or maybe similar reasons, at different times of our life. Half moon from triangle. The teacher says the moon is the feminine energy and it’s a full moon tonight. She suggests putting clean water out overnight to soak up the feminine energy and drink it in the morning.

He giggles and is trying to make a joke with me. I’m trying to balance in half moon, my balance isn’t as good as it was 30 years ago, and I try to laugh with him through my mixed feelings. I’m starting to get that yoga high, getting higher as the teacher would say with the male energy beside me. I think he’s sweating. I am. He has nice biceps for a skinny guy. I feel fat and inadequate.

We drink water after class.

“So how did you get that scar on your arm?”