Every week in Living in Sin, Jen Sincero provides advice to LA's sexually confounded. You can see her column in print in the LA Alternative Press, or have it sent to you every week by signing up for her newsletter. Ask Jen your questions: all are posted anonymously.
Dear Jen,
I just turned forty and there's no one in my life. I'm returning to graduate school and I live with my Dad, so I haven't been in the kind of living situation, or financial bracket, to be able to entertain dating someone steadily.
I've been taking yoga classes for about a year and a half now, and I've fallen head over heels for my teacher. We've exchanged e-mails for some time and flirted often. Flirting included what I may have merely imagined, being a guy - lots of direct eye contact, metaphors about things that seemed like hints and racing each other down the freeway after class.
Some fellow students told me she's taken a vow not to get involved with any of her students, yet an undeniable magnetism remains. I know from what she's said in class that she is often lonely too. Jen, what's the scoop?
- Hot For Teacher
Dear Hot,
Personally, I only engage in high-speed freeway chases with people I want to get it on with. So what's the scoop? The scoop is you're being a weenie. Get your ass into a different yoga class and show up to hers with a dozen roses. Your living/financial situation is no excuse not to live your life. It is a great way to pretend you can't do things that scare you, however. Boring. Living life as a fraidy cat is a lot worse than living with your Dad. Or being turned down by your yoga teacher. Breathe through the fear, trust in the Buddah, love thy hot graduate student self and get down, dawg (sorry. Yoga humor. Is there anything worse?) Namaste.
