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I’ve been seeing Thomas and Marilyn ever since I started going to the yoga studio in my neighborhood. She is tiny and fit and beautiful, and he looks like what you’d imagine your dad looks like doing yoga. Let’s just say that he uses the strap anytime we’re holding our feet and extending our legs. He also gets more “Good, Thomas” comments by the instructor than anyone else (both encouraging and completely condescending, you know?).
I haven’t asked Thomas how long he’s has been going to the studio, but I know that Marilyn has been going much longer than he has. I first struck up a conversation with Marilyn in the ladies room while we were both heading into class.
“I think it’s great that you and your husband come to yoga together,” I told her while pulling up hair up into a bun.
She said that she asked him on a whim one day if he wanted to join her, and to her surprise, he said yes. He’s been coming ever since. I asked if she minded him taking over her hobby, and she said that at first she had her moments but now she really enjoys being able to share it with him. Naturally, I thought it was adorable.
Last night, Thomas showed up to our 5:45 yoga class alone. I commented on his solo practice, and he said that Marilyn was out of town for work this week. He thought about not coming but didn’t really know what to do with himself at home and had gotten used to the routine. I smiled to myself all class as I watched Thomas and his dad bod go through the motions even without the solidarity of his wife. After class, he came up to me.
“Is it weird if I ask you to have dinner with me?” is really not a question easily answered. Before I could respond, he continued, “I’d like to get sushi at *sushi place within walking distance* but I hate dining out alone.”
I should point out that I love sushi, especially the sushi place next to the yoga studio. It had also been a hell of a Monday, I had post-yoga warm fuzzies, and my other option was back to my apartment solo. I agreed.
We had a great dinner, and the conversation never lulled. I learned that Thomas was from Michigan, and Marilyn from Florida. They met in college and a job in finance brought them to Charlotte. They have one kid, a son, who just started school at Clemson. I was fully committed to paying for my half of the meal. Anything other than that would be awkward. Still, when the check came, Thomas wouldn’t hear of it, and I relented. He told me that my company was well worth the price of the meal. He was genuine, and it felt innocent enough.
As I got in my car to drive home, it dawned on me that maybe going to dinner with a married man whose wife was out of town and who probably checks out my ass regularly wasn’t a good idea. But my dinner date with Thomas was one of the more enjoyable dining experiences I’ve had in quite some time. It was refreshing to spend time with a man who wasn’t being an incredible douchebag to try and impress me (hello, banking professionals). Don’t get me wrong – I’m not going to start hunting for a “daddy” to date. It was just a nice dinner out and maybe restored my faith in humanity just a little. Even if it was kind of a date with a 47-year-old married man from my yoga class..
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It sounds like you just had a casual dinner with an acquaintance from yoga class, but then again, this could be the start to your home wrecking career.
Do it for the content.
Yo shorty, do this one.
You don’t know it yet, but you’re going to be showering with him for the next 6 months.
Easily one of the most underrated comments of PGP.
Jesus, your username hits far too close to home for me.
I’m not a 47 year old married dude, but, sup?
You’ve said “sup?” On 11 different articles. I would actually really like to see it work and have you write “I went on a date with a PGP writer” article.
Shooters gonna shoot.
Make that 12. And if it ever did work, I would absolutely write an article about it.
That may or may not help your cause depending on the type of lady you’re looking for.
Regardless, I’d do it for content.
Are you in DC by any chance? DCPGP and I have met up for happy hour before.
Probably enough PGP readers in DC to organize a bar crawl.
We semi joked about trying to figure out a way to organize a bigger happy hour of DC commenters
Sounds like a great topic for the forums…
This needs to be a feature on this site
Find me on Twitter (handle in profile) and we can try and get something going that way
I’m not cool enough for Twitter but I’ll hit you up
Nah, upstate NY.
Location fits level of desperation.
Where in Upstate…
Capital Region…
Sup
Guess I’m going to start taking yoga classes in Charlotte while wearing a wedding ring
It’ll start off with a sushi dinner or two and before you know it, Thomas will be taking you to Barcelona for the weekend.
If you’re looking for a daddy, I found a grey hair in my beard the other day…
I totally know who “Thomas” is. And the Sushi place. Small world.
Is he your neighbor?
Nope. Not buying it. World’s not that small.
Sushi at Nikko?
Tuesday @ 7.
I’ll ask for Rogers.
Have sex with him. Bet you wont.
Mention it to Marilyn when she gets back. If she gets pissed then you have the answer
Congrats on the….sushi?