The fact that I never had any money to speak of?
The fact that I never had any power to speak of?
The fact that I never became famous?
The fact that I was never able to maintain a long term domestic relationship with a woman beyond a few years?
The fact that my photography career was killed off by circumstances beyond my control?
The fact that my fiction writing hasn’t been particularly successful?
The fact that I haven’t been really successful at anything, at least as the world defines the term.
None of the above. My greatest failing in life is that my intention to collect a full astrological set of women fell way short of target. It’s about the only real target I ever set myself. I dislike targets, and feel only contempt for today’s target-driven work culture. Having set myself one, therefore, it bugs me a bit that I was so short of the mark.
So what went wrong? Cancerians and Pisceans, that’s what. Too many of them. Apart from them, all I have is a Libra, a Leo, and a brace of Sagittarians. One interesting aside here is the fact that one of the Saggies was the sexiest girl I ever knew, while the other definitely brought up the rear (in more ways than one, but that’s a story that would be difficult to write without giving offence!) I might also add, for those still reading, that the only one who ever showed me a hint of the kundalini snake was the Libra. Disastrous relationship in general, though.
That makes a grand total of five signs. Less than 50%. Pathetic. And I did so want a Scorpio! I nearly had one once, an actress who shall be nameless (look what happened when I identified Thomasin. It wasn’t her, by the way.) I declined to proceed with our tentative reciprocation of feelings and suffered a bit for my rare exercising of good sense, but that’s another long story. All I got out of that one was an abiding fondness for the song On the Street Where You Live.
So there you have it. My specimen box is only 42% filled, and it isn’t going to get added to now. I have played my life with an incomplete deck!
And need I add that you’re not supposed to take this post too seriously. If you got this far, that is.
4 comments:
You like feisty women.
I'm an Aquarius by the way.
I especially like feisty women, Carms, if they're the sort who descend into giggles when I smile amiably back at their feistiness.
Aquarius, eh? Whoa! My daughter says Aquarians are the most interesting people. I've also read that there's rarely an example of a bad Aquarian. I've found Aquarian women to be the most unpredictable - given to far seeing and inherent compassion, but also prey to the occasional bout of mystifying irrationality. I had a lovely neighbour once - I mentioned her in a blog post. She was the only Christian I've ever known who truly practiced the finer virtues of Christian teaching. When she found a poor neighbour stealing her coal, for example, she just gave them more. She was an Aquarius.
too bad i'm pretty sure you would have liked a scorpio saggi men tend to...
Do you think if I got in a good stock of Botox and Viagra I might still stand a chance?
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