We were running a training course in Florida at a research station. It was late, like 9:00, but I wanted to do yoga before bed. He had brought his matt on the trip so I asked if he wanted to join me and he said no. I went out to the pier, put on my headphones and strategically placed my matt in view of the deck where we were staying, then forgot about anything but yoga, my music, and the moon that was out. It was a beautiful night. I stretched and danced and did push ups and basically had a very good session. As I rolled up my matt I saw him out of the corner of my eyes on the deck standing up into the doorway. It was about 10:00 now and I was surprised he was coming outside that late, maybe something was wrong. When I went to the deck, he wasn’t there. That is when I replayed the vision I had of him in my mind. He wasn’t coming out, he was going in. He had been watching me do yoga and when I rolled up my matt, he snuck back inside. The next morning I commented on how he had missed such a good yoga session and he said, “no I didn’t, I was sound asleep and not missing it at all.” the liar…weeks later he was having back trouble and his doctor prescribed yoga so he asked me about some moves that he saw me do in Florida “or somewhere” as he tried to cover it up. He is a giant, adorable lousy liar.
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