At least a yoga date for date No. AdvertisementIn the texting convo that followed planning our date, Noah and I exchanged music tastes. We were two strangers, our yoga mats a little too close together, already sweating profusely as the yoga teacher instructed us into sun salutations. AdvertisementAt some point during class, Noah slipped his shirt off and, even through my sweat-filled gaze, I caught a glimpse of his six-pack in the mirror. The author is a community builder, writer and yoga teacher.

Source: Los Angeles Times April 10, 2026 21:00 UTC