I'm being followed by Harvey Birdman

The difference between class and performance is: in class you're in a room with 11 other women who are laughing and having a good time and are supportive of you no matter what. In performance, actually it wasn't even performance, it was being in the other dressing room with the other class who turned up their pert little noses at me and, after daring to utter a sentence to one of them, she just stared at me in silence until I literally threw my hands up and walked away. And I went to the final class of the season on Wed completely not in the mood to take any clothes off and ended up doing a wee solo for the other girls in my class. And they all cheered and loved it, especially my big "knee reveal". And that's why I love this class.

I've gone on a few dates with this new guy, and can't really tell yet how I feel. He's tall and cute and bearded, and has some seriously good style, but he seems prone to awful quietness and I'm not sure yet if it's maybe too quiet or if it maybe just might match my need for quiet. I think I freak him out a little bit. I think I might get tired of initiating conversation, but I'm not sure if he's just shy still. I guess we'll see. While suggesting movies last night he pulled out Harvey Birdman... ha ha. Like I said, we'll see.