Girl at the Gym

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Dear Right Advice,
-BlahBlahBlah- yoga class -BlahBlahBlah- asthma from lifting. -BlahBlahBlah- a girl there that catches my attention. -BlahBlahBlah- should ask her out. -BlahBlahBlah- don't want to seem like that creep who just joined the class to meet girls. -BlahBlahBlah- I don't think I want to have to face the awkwardness of it each time I go, if she doesn't say yes. -BlahBlahBlah-

Sincerely,
-BlahBlahBlah-
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I've never taken a yoga class which means I've missed out on all the inspiring life stories in the Getting-to-Know-You component of the yoga curriculum.
Oh wait - in yoga - all you do is sit on a mat, stretch, then fucking leave.

Essentially, you've formed a crush on a spandex covered girl whom you watch contort herself in front of you. It sounds like you're still in that phase where proximity equates to something worthy of your time and money.

And you're worried about it being "awkward?" You should be, for:
YOU ARE NOT QUALIFIED TO HOLLER IN YOGA CLASS.

First and foremost, you don't possess the crucial audacity which enables a true mac to be indifferent to said awkwardness.

Secondly, you're still so green that you haven't realized that girls are smart enough to catch an earlier bus, switch to the Starbucks a block down, or attend a later yoga class so to avoid creepy guys who have hit on them.

My advice to you: Until you've got game, stop skipping the shit that needs to be done before the holler.