Cat Buttons and Yoga – a deadly mix

Went to yoga this evening to a wonderful hot power yoga -like thing. This one guy shows up late then proceeds to take his shirt off . . . now I’m like most hot blooded females and like the male form in all it’s glory but there is a time and place. Yah I get it, it’s hot in the room and everyone is all sweaty but for realz it is way way grosser to have someones sweat going all over the place rather than be absorbed by a shirt. It really bothered me for some reason . . . he also didn’t have a towel and looked like a wet seal by the end of the class

So the impetus for my renewed attention to yoga happened sometime last week.