Dating update

Sadly, I've seen neither yoga boy, nor the poet again. Double bummer. I go to yoga diligently, but the only guy I recognize is Steve. The staff now know me by name and I can see my toes over my head in floor bow, but that's about it for a silver lining. Yoga boy's probably down for the count now that the weather has broken. He indicated in one of our conversations that he was more into outdoor pursuits when the weather permitted than sweating up a steamy, hot room. Maybe he'll come back in fall...
I emailed the letter of recommendation that I promised to write weeks ago to the poet yesterday and got not even so much as a thank you. The poet indicated that he had a son in one of our conversations. Perhaps that son comes with a mother who is the poet's wife or girlfriend. If not, he's not interested and that's done and dusted. Scenario B is my strong feeling about the matter.
All hope is not lost, however! I did go to the world's most homosexual party a couple of weekends ago. I was the only female and one of three straight people there . I managed to end my eight month dry spell by leaving with my ex lust monkey, the would-be-Lance-Armstrong-biker-dude. That was a lovely blast from the past that I was glad to revisit, but surely don't want to do over again.
Nothing else even remotely new happening for me on the relationship front. Ho hum...