10.28.2013

Adho Mukha Svanasana.



Web definitions: Adho mukha śvānāsana, adho mukha shvanasana, downward-facing dog Pose, downward dog, or down dog is an asana.

It had been four weeks since I last saw hot yoga guy. Three weeks ago I raced through dreadful traffic after work making it to class ten minutes late only to realize he wasn’t even there. The week after that was Thanksgiving and there was no class. Last week I went to the Drake concert, if you don’t know my infatuation with Drake please see here and here. Last Monday Drake made my day; today hot yoga guy made my day.
The class tonight was pretty full; I presume the colder temperature is bringing people back to connect with their Zen. Normally I place myself in the bottom right hand corner of the class and hot yoga guy is diagonally across from me in the top left corner. This evening someone was in his place so he chose to position himself RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Okay, in all fairness he didn’t have much choice. But still, our matt’s were pretty much a foot apart.
So naturally I took the hour to inspect the piece of perfection in front of me, right in front of me. My attraction to this man throws me off a little as he is dirty blonde and I usually prefer dark features. It must be his sculpted body; he’s like Michelangelo’s David. Even the bottom of his feet are impressive, I didn’t see any rough skin or calluses.
I tried my best to keep my mind on yoga as I wanted to be sure to impress him with my (not so great) skills. Especially since in many of the poses he was actually staring at me instead of the other way around. In certain stances I couldn’t help but feel self conscious wondering what my ass looks like in that pose, from that view.  At one point he almost touched my foot!! 

Monday, you’re beginning to become a favourite of mine.
Now if only hot yoga guy would notice me too...
Merde. 


10.27.2013

Tinder.



Description: Tinder is the way everyone is meeting new people. We find out who likes you nearby and connect you with them if you’re also interested.
1) Tinder shows you someone nearby it thinks you should know, and lets you anonymously like or pass on them...
2) If someone you like happens to you like you back, then Tinder makes and introduction & lets you chat within the app.

If you have yet to hear of Tinder, you probably either live in a box or you are in a relationship (and live in a box with your significant other). I first read about Tinder back in March, obviously through ManRepeller. I didn’t think much of it, as I’m not one to be attracted to online meetings. As time progressed the Tinder app became more and more popular. As of lately it is all the rage in Montreal and everyone who’s not married seems to have a Tinder account.
In an effort to mend my bruised heart (as per my last post), my best friend rescued me for some afternoon beverages and sun. As I retold my pathetic story, she told me about all her matches on tinder. She had only just downloaded it a few days earlier and insisted I get it. I declined, saying it wasn’t for me. But because sometimes your friends know best, I agreed to test drive the app for one week as a distraction.
Fast forward six days and its Saturday girl’s night out. The topic of conversation turns to tinder as almost all the girls present are on it. Meanwhile a male from the table next to us continues to pretty much stare at me. He looks familiar but I cannot figure out from where and I conclude that I don't know him. I go use the washroom; the stranger’s in the washroom are talking about Tinder. I can’t help but feel uneasy, what if some of these people saw me on Tinder? What if they liked my photo and I rejected theirs? So of course I start creeping myself out.
On to the next location where my best friend was actually meeting a guy she matched with on Tinder. A good idea if you don’t want to meet someone one on one. Yet by this time we are all slightly intoxicated, as it is girl’s night out. The Tinder guy shows up. He is approximately an entire head shorter than my friend. His photos on Tinder did not indicate this. I think she ran away from him.
I receive a message on Tinder at two thirty AM. One of the two males I actually chose to start conversations with on the app asks me if I was at a certain place that evening. I was. He was the male from the table next to us who kept staring. He looked familiar for a reason, however he was not as his photos made him out to be. He too was much shorter than what I expected.

I deleted Tinder the next day.
Montreal, you are way too small for such an app. Being single is still not that bad.
Merde.

10.06.2013

TMI.

Urban dictionary: Too much information - way more than you need/want to know about someone.

Once upon a time a friend commented that I would never find a boyfriend with a blog like this. At the time his words didn't phase me, however more and more I've been catching myself feeling uneasy about my writings.

I'm not a real writer; shocking I know. Therefore I'm not sure if the proper etiquette is to write for an audience or for yourself. I, of course, do the latter. Often I am in denial about  my readers, and even though I often post my babbles on different media sites, I don't expect so many to take the time to actually read them. Therefore when I find myself confronted in real life about my blog I often tend to get embarrassed and (probably) break out into hives. Let's be real, I've written and described some pretty intimidate details.So I wonder, is my content sometimes pushing the limits? Am I revealing too much and scaring potential suitors away? Much like my man repelling, un sexy style, my blog may also be offending the opposite sex... and unfortunately it's a little too late to turn anonymous.

I always find myself caught between saying too much and not saying enough.
Merde.