Posing for a Stranger

I'm married, but I love the attention I get from a guy in my yoga class.

Q: DEAR AMY VS. JOHN:  There's a guy named Steve, who sits behind me in my afternoon yoga class every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. I always feel him staring at me. The first couple of times, it creeped me out, so I moved to another spot. But after a while, I found myself really looking forward to seeing him in class. I'm married, but I spend hours making sure I look perfect before yoga class and when I'm there, I make sure he gets a good view of my figure in various suggestive yoga positions just a few feet in front of him. We've never even spoken (I've only heard the instructor use his name) and I don't want to do anything further, but for some reason I really enjoy his attention during the class.  Am I cheating on my husband?

(Submitted by NYNora, summarized above)

A: JOHN:  Boy, I've gotta start taking yoga! To answer your question, no, you're not cheating on your husband -- yet. But I'm curious: Are you having sexual fantasies about this particular "Steve" or are you just enjoying the attention of a stranger? If you're constantly fantasizing about having sex with this guy and simultaneously bending your leotarded body into a pretzel a few feet in front of him, maybe you should change yoga classes, just to be on the safe side.

Here's another option: Why not just bring your husband to this class and "pose" for him? Oh wait, he's probably out working hard in the middle of the day to pay for your damn yoga classes, you exhibitionist temptress!!

A:AMY:  Huh? What makes you think "NYNora" isn't splurging for her own yoga classes? Sexist jerk! Maybe she has a huge trust fund or maybe she works at night.  Maybe she's a blogger. As usual, you just assume that men pay for everything. 

Sorry, back to your "problem" -- which, by the way, isn't a problem at all. You're hot for some limber classmate named Steve. Yeah, so what?!  Good for you! And no, you're not cheating! We married women get so little excitement/fun in our humdrum daily lives. So when some little harmless thrill -- like this silly yoga guy -- comes along, we owe it to ourselves to indulge. (Although I can't imagine being attracted to a guy who carries around one of those wimpy little rolled-up purple mats.) So I say, go ahead: Wear your sexiest yoga pants, bend, stretch and chant to your heart's content. In fact, feel free to make eye contact and even some light, fluffy conversation with Steve. Hell, fantasize about him. Why not? Have fun, but don't cheat! Allowing yourself this naughty little crush will definitely make you feel sexier (and more energized) with your own husband when you get home.