And I remember back then…well that boyfriend was poor too! He was in the military and making some ridiculously low salary while living off base. But we were so happy. We had so much fun.

And the he left to go pursue his career in Special Forces and I started dating all these millionaires. A whole string of them, one after another. They just kept finding me and I just couldn’t stand these guys. Oh my God, I loathed them.

And the whole world was telling me the traditional thing. You know. “It’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich man, than it is a poor one.” So I was trying but I wasn’t finding it easy at all! I was finding it impossible!

And I remember coming home one night from a date with some rich, to the point of ridiculous, guy. I’d had such an awful time. What a boring son-of-bitch, you know?

And I was on my motorcycle, in a dress no less! I was nineteen. And it was kind of cold too. It was towards the end of winter in the desert and I had bare legs. I had refused to let the millionaire pick me up, see.

But anyway, I got stopped at a traffic light and I was sitting there, thinking about my “gone now” boyfriend and I just burst into tears. I was just so lost. I couldn’t figure it out. How come I’m so miserable with these millionaires, I wondered. ::sigh:: Crap!

I just felt completely bereft and I’d have done anything in the world right then to have my regular poor boyfriend back. Who needs a fancy dinner? I was happier sitting on the curb next to our motorcycles eating greasy food from a box with him, and my point is this:

What I value is intangible. Totally and completely. I want feel the breath of a man I love on my skin. I’d rather hang with someone funny, than own a Learjet, a yacht or any other luxury you could think of.

And I have been telling people for twenty years, if I won the lottery, I would give all the money away, virtually immediately. And I guess most people don’t believe me. And I hate that, because I’m telling the truth. You just can’t care about things you don’t care about. I don’t know any other way to say it.

So there you go. More Saturn Venus stuff. What has real (Saturn) value (Venus) to you?

I value experience. Good or bad, it makes no difference. And I value nuance and emotion, drama, creativity, music…and not much else. I am entirely disinterested in anything mundane outside of what is essential. In fact, I feel burdened with possessions. They literally make me sad.

This does not mean I don’t want money, because I do! But only so I can give it away!

And what about you? Where is your Venus, and how is aspected? What pleases you? What things in life give you pleasure?