Sunday, June 29, 2008
It is a truth universally acknowledged that beautiful men do yoga. I have to stop myself from drooling every time I walk into class. There is this one guy who always uses the mat next to me who has gorgeous dreadlocks and a limber body. He's mega good at yoga, and it's fun to watch him. While making my body into a curve by lying on my back, then pushing with my arms and legs, I was staring upside between my arms when another quite attractive man with a beard and a wife-beater, approached me, turned his head upside and asked me if he could borrow my block. I was so in shock from actually talking to this man that I fell over. It was a little embarrassing. Ah, but it's too bad that I'll never really hook up with any of these men. I am definitely not hippie enough for them and they spend too much time during class laughing at my horrible mistakes to notice me.
I think another rule is this. In every Tibetan family they send their most attractive son to the monastery cause holy crap there are some fine monks.
My only conclusion is this: life is miserably unfair.
(The picture above is a picture of men who rudely stopped us on our hike to take pictures with us, they are not beautiful)