Yesterday afternoon, in a fit of Zen-based need, I decided to do yoga in my apartment. I haven't been to a proper yoga class in quite a long time, but I have an old set of Power Yoga Do-It-All-Wrong-On-Your-Own tapes*, so I popped one in.
Since it was just me in the apartment, I did the hour-long class in the nude.
I have two windows that face the street - one faces a set of apartment buildings and the other faces a building that houses a women's labor group. Since it was a great, sunny day, I just pulled down the shade in the first window, since I could tell no one was working in the labor group building.
I had a perfect set up - sun and privacy.
Anyway, when the "class" was over and I was finally able to peel my naked self up off of the floor, I went over to my television, located dangerously close to the exposed window, to shut off the tape.
In my state of bliss/bodily tranquility, I kind of forgot that I was totally nude...and standing next to an open window.
Just as that awareness kicked in, I felt odd.
I felt like I was being watched.
I looked across into the empty building - still no one there.
I then looked all the way down to the street.
There, sitting on the stoop of an apartment building across the street, was an elderly couple. The man was pouring over a street map of Manhattan. And the woman...
Was staring up at me, mouth agape.
She made eye contact with me for a hot second then her eyes returned to where I first caught them...
The side view of my ass, balls, and, um, wurst.
*yes, the shit is so old it's on VHS.