but it makes you fart

I've been out and about looking for new ways to meet chicks. Tonight I was at Target, and jeez... what a great place to meet hotties. I found like ten girls there that I would be happy going out with. Its intimidating enough talking to girls at bars, let alone a department store. I went home alone after talking to no one. Just like my last few trips to single's bars. A better place to go is yoga class. I like the idea of the focused, meditative breathing. the YMCA in my backyard has classes a few times a week. Its like twenty women and three guys, exactly the odds that I like. 'specially since the guys there seem pretty fruity. I must admit that as I get older I'm realizing more and more about my inner redneck. I have an innate aversion to granola, sitar music, and incense. Luckily I'm not so bad off that I'm drawn to NASCAR. Still, though. I have a voice deep down that reminds me yoga is a "hippie sport" and to go out and rebuild an engine or something. I can reconcile myself with that voice. I can focus. I've even found that I'm pretty good at it. I don't break my concentration half as often as I break wind.