by hannah
August 23rd, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 3)
CHAPTER 3: THE AGONY OF ECSTASY.
I am bent over grabbing one ankle. The Yoga Instructor is coaching us to breathe deeply so that we can form our bodies into perfect triangles. But what we’re all really doing is checking out The Yoga Instructor. The Yoga Instructor has long blond hair, a perfectly chiseled body, and a hip-hugging sarong tied around his waist. He reminds me of the men who adorned the romance novels I used to find in my mother’s bedside table.
“If done correctly, this pose will remove tension from your lower back and your mind,” he says, gliding around the room.
It may also cause my head to explode from checking out his biceps while inverted.
by hannah
August 22nd, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 2)
CHAPTER 2: BREAKING UP WITH BAD HABITS.
I’m on my couch, flipping through a “chick mag,” eating Brazilian Acai Berry Sorbet Häagen-Dazs. I’m reading an article about ten things not to do after your boyfriend dumps you. It’s about what so many seriously co-dependent, emotionally unstable women digress to whenever a relationship goes sour: They start eating dessert all day; or drinking their favorite cocktail all night; or having pointless sex with pointless men; or running up credit cards with irrational wardrobe purchases; or chain-smoking; or incessantly calling their ex-boyfriends to try to work things out. Things I would never do.
I scoop a spoonful of sorbet out of the pint in my hand.
Thank god I have no bad habits, I think, biting at the hangnail on my pinky finger. It starts to bleed. Okay, none that are really bad. Unless I’m under the influence of pissed off. Or totally depressed. Or sometimes bored. And definitely if I’m at some pretentious and superfluous Hollywood party. But seriously-I am in total control of my environment. I shake an aspirin out of the bottle sitting on my coffee table.
