It has been years since I’d researched the astrological compatibility of my star sign and that of someone I was interested in. I used to buy those little scrolls they sold at the newsagency and pour over them in an effort to find out if this one was THE one.
As a result of past dalliances I had intimate knowledge of my suitability to date the following star signs:
Sagittarius;
Aries;
Cancer.
My relationship (crush from afar) with Mr Sagittarius had huge potential with the stars suggesting that he could in fact be my soul mate. We’d both value our independence, feel secure enough to give each other space, communicate directly with no muss, no fuss however our sex life would be an “initially intellectual exercise” as opposed to an emotional one and we’d have to be careful not to be too critical of each other’s performance.
With Mr Aries the sex would be much better with words such as “impulsive”, “bold” and “adventure” being bandied about. Sign me up! However he’s a bit stubborn and slightly controlling. While he’d be initially attracted to my creativity and spontaneity he’d eventually tire of it. That’s pretty much how that relationship ended actually, with me craving more freedom and him looking at me like I was from another planet.
Then there was Mr Cancer, or should I say there IS Mr Cancer because Mr Cancer is who I married.
Sadly, the union of Aquarius and Cancer is an astrological disaster.
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Astrology is rubbish because the actual reasoning behind it is no longer valid. The constellations no longer align with their corresponding signs as they would have when they were originally determined. You believe it because you have been brainwashed by charlatans who use vague "cover all" personality traits to suck you in. You like to travel? what an insight
You would PORE over the scrolls, not POUR over them...
To be fair, if I had some of those scrolls in front of me, I would pour fuel over them and light them on fire ;)
Yep.. and people still question how I lost my hair. They thought it was cancer, when the answer is here.
Poor pour pore Snorks.
I'm only stirring you mate. :o)