47 - Yoga Class Part 2

     I usually take my own car everywhere I go so I can make a quick exit but
Consuela had a good point; what if I was too wiped out to drive after hot yoga
class?  It wasn't that she thought I would be too tired, she just didn't want me
to get a charlie horse and drive off the road on the way home.  Besides her
little Honda civic wasn't afraid of playing National Public Radio.
     I thought I could handle a thirty minute ride down the highway.  I would
get to relax and mentally prepare for the physical torture of stretching for an
hour.  Stupid bastard.
     "I can't believe you're not dating anyone," she said out of the
blue.  I just watched the light snow fly by the windshield.  A slight smile cut
across my lips and a small snort of a laugh came uncontrollably.
     "I'm not really good boyfriend material," I said surprising
myself with my honesty.  I didn't feel it was necessary to tell her I've slept
with more than twice as many people as years she's been alive, but she didn't
ask.
     "I'm selfish.  I'm cheap and worst of all I have a small dick."
     She just rolled her eyes and turned the heat up.
     "Might as well get ready for class."
     The light squall stopped just at we pulled up to the yoga center.  I looked
around for the 50 yr old guy with the hairy back.  We were a go so far.
     The classroom was the size of a large master bedroom.  There were 10 mats
on the floor, each calling me to fall asleep in the sweltering 100° heat.  The
walls were covered with beautiful flowing artwork and the music was that of
American Indian peace.
    There was a mixture of ages.  I wasn't the oldest but Connie was the
youngest.  The mats were occupied by a couple in their mid thirties, three moms,
a woman who really needed to invest in a treadmill, a woman who looked like she
could have been a yoga instructor herself, and the two of us.  Everyone seemed
to know each other and were very kind to the newcomers.
     Just I was getting happy with the thought of having Consuela on one side of
me and an empty mat on the other, Steve came in.
     Everyone waved and nodded hello as he made his way to the empty mat.  Just
before we were to begin mountain position he took off his sweat set to
reveal a body carpet that began at the back of his neck and disappeared into his
sneakers.
     I could hear Connie to my right laughing quietly to herself.
     "This is why I usually take my car everywhere I go." I thought to
myself.
That Beautiful Black Man