"EYE OF THE
It was hard to get in
gear after the long weekend. I didn't want to be
late. My exercise class is important to me. As
exercise classes go, I consider mine
state-of-the-art. Our instructor has her masters
in Dance Therapy and our studio overlooks the
Pacific Ocean in Malibu, California. What more
could a person want?
The students are a diverse
bunch. But our differences don't seem to matter
much. Women connect on so many levels that job
status and income create few barriers in
Sometimes after class
several of us meet at the local coffee shop. We
talk about world events, but not as much as we
talk about our personal goals. Right now, Maxine
our instructor would like a relationship with a
man secure enough to have a relationship with
her. Carol wants to make a living selling her
painted furniture. Suzanne is trying to survive a
messy divorce and Lonni's attempting to break
into the greeting card business. As for me, I'm a
TV writer who just started turning down shows I
don't want to do and writing what I want to
write. In our own ways, we are striving to
achieve our goals.
I glanced around the studio
while we stretched. Only six of us showed up.
Lonni also noticed the shortage and mentioned
that a man she and her husband played tennis with
over the weekend said he might join the class.
Everyone was glad to hear it. A man in the class
added extra incentive. At the very least we held
in our tummies and stood up straight.
Max started the routine,
gradually increasing the tempo and reminding us
to feel the group of muscles we were working.
Maxine teaches that exercise at it's best is done
from the inside. That's why there are no mirrors
in our room. So we couldn't see who she was
waving to. Someone was at the door behind us and
she was motioning for the person to come in.
Lonnie turned to see if it was her friend, but
she indicated that it wasn't. By then we were all
There he was -- a tall,
good-looking man somewhere between thirty and
forty and very tan. his hair was blonde and a bit
thin on top. And, though he was lean, he was
pretty muscular. He had a very open attitude.
Most men are a bit guarded just entering a room
full of women. The singles in the class were
Though it was difficult for
him to follow the movements, his willingness was
quite impressive. Max suggested that he stand
behind me and follow that way. Even when we
paraded down the center of the room, he was right
behind me doing his best to keep up. What a
sport! He was obviously secure about his
masculinity. His movements were fairly awkward,
but he didn't feel foolish. We supported him like
mother hens, praising his every effort.