Last night at my yoga class, the teacher was talking about intercostal muscles and he used a guy from class to show where and what he was referring to. I’ve seen this guy around for the past year, and, well, he’s a very attractive guy with an incredibly incredible body. I’ve never talked to him, but I figured that he was in his late twenties, maybe early thirties.
So, the yoga teacher is pointing to his muscles and he says something about him being almost sixty years old.
I know it was horribly rude of me, but after class I walked up to him and said, You are NOT sixty years old.
He said, Well, no. Not quite, not for four more years. I’m fifty six.
My mission is to sneak a picture of him with my phone or something, because I swear it’s the most amazing miracle I have ever witnessed and I will never ever ever EVER stop doing yoga. I can’t get over the fact that I was off on his age by almost thirty years and while I thought he was younger than me, he’s actually old enough to be my father.
Because I’m a weirdo, I bought this book (the top one) at the used bookstore I love:
Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine was first published in 1896 and it’s a total pageturner. One of the more fascinating tales so far was the story of Edward Mordake, which you can read here. I was not at all surprised to find that while there isn’t much information available about Poor Edward, Tom Waits wrote a song about him and this guy made a claymation video to go with:
One last thing: if you’re a regular reader of Savage Love, don’t miss Dan Savage’s column this week. Bring your hankie.