I figure all that stretching, breathing, relaxation, and shit has to do something for my anxiety and related "problems." I signed up for my first class this Saturday. It's a beginner group, which leads me to believe I'll be the youngest guy in there, and probably the least flexible - all the more embarrassing. I'm seriously the least flexible guy I know; I can barely touch my knees let alone my toes. Still, I have a buddy who moved to L.A., and he said ever since he started doing yoga, he has felt better in every way, and he even got much, much better at basketball. I never asked him if he got better at . . .
Oh, speaking of which, I had a decent performance last night. My girlfriend was acting really sweet, I felt really relaxed, and I was able to go a real long time with her on top. She knows I'm having issues, so she was trying to ask me how I thought a local sports team is doing, and all kinds of shit. I know, I'm a lucky man. She even said she was trying not to make too much noise, but I can tell she was excited because she said it all restrained and it was all the more sexy . . . Yeah, that didn't really help. She got turned on and really wanted me on top, so I got on top. I immediately started getting nervous, and sure enough, I sucked.
However, I'm going to consider this a small victory. I did some good bottom work. Sure, I had to keep my eyes closed, and she had to talk sports and keep from letting out any moans, but it's still better than I've performed in over a month. It's going to happen. I need to be positive. I'm going to be a stallion again. Hell, after all this yoga, I'm going to want to get in all kinds of nutty positions, and she'll be trying to keep up with me! I figure it will just take five or six . . . hundred classes.
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