So tired. 
Went out at 11pm Saturday night, got in at 5am Sunday slept for 2 hours and started another 24-hour shift at work at 7:30am Sunday. Now it's 8:50am Monday and I need sleep. I didn't realize how hard it is for me not to drink when I go out. That's probably why we always end up sleeping in the car. Oh well.
Thanks for all the comments. I didn't realize there would be such fascination with my little gold penis. I spend a good portion of my shift thinking about a backstory. Something along the lines of me finding a leprechaun and wrestling him for his pot o' gold and how, even though I didn't get the pot o' gold, I didn't exactly leave empty-handed. But the truth is much more mundane.
Of course, now I want to go back to that bar and buy more little penises. My buddies and I were deeply amused by them.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT: When I was 25, I finally dated my high school sweetheart. She was into yoga so I thought I'd try it out. I had been thinking about Pilates because I'm pretty inflexible, even by guy standards. I went to the local Y alone and... out of a class of about 25, I was the only male. The women were happy to have me there, but as I was meeting them, I noticed that I was the youngest... and the shortest. Five-foot-nine is about average for a guy, so I was pretty intimidated. There was one girl my height, but still... I got pretty self-conscious. I didn't know any of the positions or anything and the instructor kept having to come to me and helping me. Everyone was in a leotard 'cept Cali boy here who was in a T-shirt, denim shorts, and white gym socks.
I never went back. And the girl didn't so much as dump me, as she just stopped returning my calls or acknowledging my existence. But, uh... Hey! Shit happens.
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Baby Don't Go by Sonny and Cher.
PANTS STATUS: OFF!!! I'm going to bed. Nighty night!
Went out at 11pm Saturday night, got in at 5am Sunday slept for 2 hours and started another 24-hour shift at work at 7:30am Sunday. Now it's 8:50am Monday and I need sleep. I didn't realize how hard it is for me not to drink when I go out. That's probably why we always end up sleeping in the car. Oh well.
Thanks for all the comments. I didn't realize there would be such fascination with my little gold penis. I spend a good portion of my shift thinking about a backstory. Something along the lines of me finding a leprechaun and wrestling him for his pot o' gold and how, even though I didn't get the pot o' gold, I didn't exactly leave empty-handed. But the truth is much more mundane.
Of course, now I want to go back to that bar and buy more little penises. My buddies and I were deeply amused by them.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT: When I was 25, I finally dated my high school sweetheart. She was into yoga so I thought I'd try it out. I had been thinking about Pilates because I'm pretty inflexible, even by guy standards. I went to the local Y alone and... out of a class of about 25, I was the only male. The women were happy to have me there, but as I was meeting them, I noticed that I was the youngest... and the shortest. Five-foot-nine is about average for a guy, so I was pretty intimidated. There was one girl my height, but still... I got pretty self-conscious. I didn't know any of the positions or anything and the instructor kept having to come to me and helping me. Everyone was in a leotard 'cept Cali boy here who was in a T-shirt, denim shorts, and white gym socks.
I never went back.
And the girl didn't so much as dump me, as she just stopped returning my calls or acknowledging my existence. But, uh... Hey! Shit happens.
CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Baby Don't Go by Sonny and Cher.
PANTS STATUS: OFF!!! I'm going to bed. Nighty night!
Sorry to hear about your experience at the Y with the yoga classes. I teach yoga but I do it through yoga studios...in general you might find more men taking classes in dedicated studios than at the gym where they tend to lean towards weights, etc. The style of yoga that I learned and teach (a combo of Ashtanga and Anusara) is more vigorous so men are usually attracted to it. I'd say that, on average, about 1/3 of my classes are men.
I live outside Washington, DC at the moment. I was born and raised in Switzerland and my father and that whole side of the family still lives there. I go once a year or so to see family and practice German...and eat lots of cheese. Oh sorry, didn't mean to gross you out.