I love my friends. Adore them, actually. Attractive, witty, successful, interesting people they are. But I won't lie: I have no desire to have an orgy with them.
Even yogis have their moments: We scream at our kids. We tell a fib here or there. We might choose to indulge in a trashy magazine rather than rereading the Bhagavad Gita.
So, you want to practice yoga. You'd like a nice "yoga butt," maybe a set of rock hard "yoga abs," and if you can somehow develop a calmer mind in th...