Before I get back to being cynical about cynicism (haha), let me just take a moment to note the amazing etheric weather. Not ether as in Dimethyl Toxic Killer Chemical Something Something, but ether as in the heavens. For as we've been righteously prepped to awareness by the Golden Venus to Uranus Squaring Pluto in Capricorn or as she so aptly terms it the Zap Zone, I've also personally noticed an increase in heightened dream activity. So much so in fact that lately I've been napping fully clothed in gym gear under the deluded assumption of giving my eyes a 5 minute rest before hitting the track, only to wake up a few hours later, groggy yet exhausted as if apres work out.
Apparently, the last few weeks a-trickling of men has an explanation. If I'm reading the Golden Venus' pronouncements correctly for my time zone (PST i.e. Pissed Sexy Tart Zone where one only needs the attitude and stilettos), the planet Venus flared into Aries on April 21st. The effect was something like Queen Susan's Magical Horn from Narnia. Horn being the operative word.
Sounds about right as that was when BOTH Serbia & Kentucky arose out of nowhere. Not to mention, the Other Party in the accident I had was also an Aries. Ram, Bam, Thank You Ma'am. Still I was apt to be skeptical, thinking this was more soft precipitation rather than a properly whipped up testosterone storm. Oh, the folly of doubting a Horned Venus, the protractions the Goddess manifests are definitely far more turgid than a fascinator.
After the Socca, Kentucky's e-bantering relaxed to a simmer. Being a good old cynic, I'd expected this. Reality never quite jives with the fantasies in our head and I'd assumed he'd filled in the blanks of my visage with "Japanese Super Model" before he met me. Which if indeed I was one, would make any sane person wonder why I'd be wasting my time e-anything with anyone. But men are endearingly optimistic in the same way dogs think you exist to walk them. This also happens to be why porn works but let's leave that for another day.
So I was stunned when suddenly he was back in full confederate force, asking me where I'd gone after the game. Up till that point, the e-banter had been happily platonic, it would be if I'm calling myself a midget and teasing him about dating his sister right? I'm thinking, great, a diversion from reading about Conflict Minerals in the DRC. Plus Kentucky is a Cancer and having been formerly married to one, let's just say the prospect gives me a bit of dry mouth. He manages to finally ask, "So..do you live by yourself, roommate, boyfriend, husband, circus carney?".
FA on feathers, fangs, furies and all sorts of folly, yes, even the serious kind.
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