Yoga Tragedy

A great tragedy befell me in yoga class.

In front of me was a young man, nicely developed but not overly muscular. The kind of body that attracts your attention and lets your mind wander pleasantly during the warrior poses.

Sadly, he was wearing a sky blue speedo sporting big white flowers. It was beyond garish, in fact it was painful to behold. It reminded me of a car accident - totally gruesome but you just can't tear your eyes away. I tried - believe me I tried really, really, REALLY hard not to look, but my eyes, with a sadistic mind of their own, kept returning to the scene of the crime!

As I said, I was behind him and during a forward bend my eyes were on level with his butt, and as the class was very full, my face was far closer than I was comfortable with. Did I mention this is a hot yoga class? Can you guess what happens to spandex when it gets wet and stretched?? I had a full on view of his butt crack through the see-through material.

So, being a yogini wannbe, I closed my eyes and concentrated on peaceful breathing, trying to ignore the image burned onto the back of my retinas. That worked for all of two seconds until the instructor asked us to turn around. Speedo Boy was much faster than me....just as I opened my eyes to stand up, he was already turned around. Now the wet, see through front side of his spandex outfit was only inches from my face. He had a lot to be proud of...and ....he dyes his hair.

Unless you are a very hairy man sunbathing on the Mediterranean...

Just say NO to speedos!