Someone was actually kind enough to ask me how this was going. I won't name names lest said person be unfairly branded as having no taste, or incurs the wrath of people who happen to click on this and regret the five seconds of their lives they'll never get back.

In between classes  there were only a few people there (not much different than during class). When I didn't catch his eye as he walked past, I did the only thing I could think of.  I launched into my most dramatic stunts. My only athletic talent(?) is flexibility. With legs as wide as possible, I flung my torso and head to the floor. Next I stood up and slammed right down into the front splits, which I quickly switched to the other side. Too bad if he was hoping for the side splits; can't do those. I didn't see if he reacted; men usually freak out at my normal stretching. Later, my husband and I  tried to act like we were part of the group when he was telling a couple of kids something. Didn't work. The final blow came when he actually stood in front of me to get a better view of a demonstration. I HATE when people do that.

For the next class, I donned one of my classiest 'uniforms'. The black-on-black tie dye is subtler than it looks in the pic and the belt is now blue. He wasn't even there. I have an actual karate uniform that is camo. Maybe I'll wear that tonight; or just the pants with a pink shirt. At least I might seem interesting. :(