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New yoga class tonight, a bit more challenging. There was a Benedict Cumberbuttons look-a-like rocking out in the first row, complete with lovely curly brown hair. He was very bendy. And distracting. I was sorry there's a cell phone ban in place because I totally would have sneaked a picture. Anyway, I was distracted, as I said, because he was lovely and tall and slim, and I love watching tall people fall into poses (being rather vertically challenged, I find tall people fascinating--so long!). His t shirt kept riding up to reveal a strip of lovely pale skin and it was hard to keep my focus on my mat. I will admit to you, dear flist, that I had more than one impure thought, and quite frankly, I tend to have a lot of those during yoga class. My favorite yoga teacher and owner of the studio is hot, and so is her husband, and I think we've already determined that my mind spends a lot of happy time in the gutter as it is.