The Scorpio

Well I never did sleep with that Pisces. I don’t remember exactly why. I think he said he was scared of me. That and he was trying to enter relationships slowly because of AA or something. See, I don’t remember because it was a Neptune transit but I do know there was no sex and it was his call.

He told me he loved me but I didn’t believe him. I continued to talk to him on the phone though. I thought he was interesting. Actually he was interesting. He was unusual and I liked that. He wasn’t an inch thick and I liked that as well. But I didn’t know what to make of his “I love you” in this situation. He drug his feet for reason non-specific, and meantime I met a double Scorpio.

I wasn’t sleeping with him either mostly because I wasn’t sure I trusted him. He had a Leo rising and was highly charismatic, but he gave me the feeling I was being seduced into a cult. He had my attention though and I’d been out with him a few times. On the last occasion, we were sitting in a pub that’s since become very hip when he started talking about his dick.

What about it? Well, basically he was telling me how spectacular it was. According to him, when he used his dick the lucky gal was very energized. You know. Because of his Scorpio energy and all. She was better post having sex with him, unfortunately this left him very drained. So drained in fact, he could only do this maybe twice a week.

I listened to him sort of incredulous and wondering if he was going to tell me how much this dick of his was going to cost me, because the way he was presenting it, I felt I was being sold something I couldn’t live without. So then I said something and he said something. And then I said something and he said something and right about then, conflict broke out.

I don’t remember exactly what hapened but I remember feeling my face getting hot, and I decided enough was enough. He was just over the line with all this talk of his dick, so I reached into my purse and grabbed some cash. A ten, I think.

We were in the room behind the bar, running a tab. I’d deliberately taken the seat with my back to the wall, leaving his back facing the room, knowing this bothers Scorpio to the max. I’d dated a lot of Scorpios and generally wouldn’t do this, but this guy was unnerving me with his cultishness so it was an experiment.

Seeing the cocktail waitress heading our way, I stood up and told Fancy Dick that I was leaving, smiling in drama queen fashion. Before he could respond, I was up and gone, coasting by the waitress as if this were a Venus-in-Leo movie, dropping the ten on her tray. “This is for my OJ, please keep the change,” I said. I pointed to the Scorp. “I don’t want any of his energy…” And with that, I was around the corner and out the door.

He followed me because I was his specimen and I was getting away but I drove off avoiding eye contact. Actually I peeled out by mistake because in spite of my performance, I was flustered and the parking lot was gravel. When I got home, the phone was ringing so I turned the ringer off and went to sleep.

Next morning… I swear it happened this way: I walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet under the sink . And right then… right, right, right at that moment, the pipe blew.

BAM!

Can you say Pluto? I guess that Scorp is pissed, huh?

So I dialed the Pisces, wouldn’t you?

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