I went to yoga last week. I couldn't get to the class I wanted so I ended up going to White Man's Dreadlocks' time slot despite an aversion to his "It's All Good" style. I don't buy his whole "yoga teacher," thing...I've always suspected it's a ruse for scoping out some hot nubile yogis...but, perhaps, I'm cynical...(giant sigh).
I rolled my eyes through the thirty minutes of chanting and singing, and tried not to yawn as he yammered away about gratitude for this incarnation and blah, blah, blah...

I was considering putting a note in the contribution box that read "keep it real, my friend," when he came over and "adjusted" my position. We were in the middle of some Sun Warrior Something Salutation...can't remember, but whatever I was doing was a great excuse for him to come and put his hands on me...

"Don't lean to far back," he announced to the class. "As I was just telling this beautiful Goddess..."

...what? Beautiful Goddess?

By the end of the class, I had decided that White Man's Dreadlocks was not so bad.

Just for today, I accept that I'm way too easy to win over.