There’s no reason not to be authentic.

A friend of mine e-mailed me the other day.

He had a woman. She was a lawyer/yoga instructor.

There’s a lot of them running around in LA. A lot of people come to Los Angeles to find themselves—The City of Dreams.

For those of you that have never lived in Los Angeles, let me give you the 411 about LA. Basically the entire country tilts to Los Angeles, and all the self-absorbed people who want to be discovered one way or another find their way here.

Every cop, every lawyer, they’ve all got deep-down aspirations to be an entertainer.

Well, maybe not everyone, but a lot of people in this town aspire to be something else. That is the beauty about living in a creative place, but also the ugliness of it also.

It makes for very lonely people, actually. My friend met this woman. Said she’s cute as can be.

She’s a lawyer-slash-yoga instructor. All she talked about on the date was yoga. How yoga saves her, her yoga trips, her yoga this.

I’ve dated women like this, and I find them no different than bible-thumping Jesus freaks or born-agains.

Yoga is a cult for some people. A lot of people just lose themselves and re-find themselves in yoga. The chanting, the breathing, the 17 million chakras running up and down your body, the retreats in New Mexico where you can just love one another in a group setting without sex.

Yoga tends to find a lot of lost people.

I guess that gets back to the purpose of this blog post.

This is what my friend said to me:

“Ya know, it’s just not worth trying to have sex with her.”

And I agree with him.

If you meet somebody and they’re hot on the outside, but nuts on the inside, then it isn’t worth trying to have sex with them because it’s just lying; it’s being inauthentic and it’s leading them down a path that really just has one end, and that end is usually a crash.

That’s the purpose.

Why do that? Go find another person you’re attracted to. Find someone you’re attracted to on the inside as well as the outside. It’s so much work to make it happen with someone who you are not even remotely interested in as a person.

Think about that for a bit.

When was the last time you went, took somebody to bed, and did so only because you thought they were hot, knowing all along there was no future with them and you didn’t even really like them that much?

How do you feel now that you think about it?