This poster at my gym promoting “couples Yoga” caught my eye. I don’t know who thought it was a good idea. My guess is a 13 year old boy who’s been pawing through an Athleta catalog.
If you’ve ever done Yoga, you know it’s a solo act. With all the stretching and bending and flexing, things happen, sounds get made that aren’t compatible with romantic interludes.
My advice, stick with a romantic dinner and wait until you’ve had enough to drink before bringing up downward dog.