On the eve of Valentine’s Day, I said “yes” to meeting a 36-year-old photographer on a blind date.
It was painfully awkward, and another example of how someone who looks so good on paper and in picture can materialize into … well, the opposite. What bothered me most is that he refused to look me in the eyes and talked so loud that everyone in the Starbucks could hear him.
Painful, painful, painful. And yes, hilarious. I’m sure there is a match out there for him somewhere, but it sure as hell ain’t me.
Yoga was my ripcord out of the situation — and an honest one. I needed to erase the samscara of that awkward encounter with an asana practice.