I have been in an epic days-long dialogue with the soldier’s son. I really like talking to him… I mean I enjoy myself to no end. I am happy as a lark right before some twist occurs and my head goes rolling the hill.

I have written him a 100 pages now at least, probably twice that and it all goes so swimmingly and then right into a wall! BAM!

It’s never intentional, though it’s taken me some time to figure this out but he is sharp beyond belief and if you make a 5% error, he’s on it – sends your head back on a plate, carved up like a Thanksgiving Turkey! Or maybe not…

It is somewhat perilous to communicate to this extent via email especially when we only cover the most provocative subjects there are… his father’s psychology for example. I mean most know it is easy to be misunderstood in this medium especially if you’ve not met the person in real life.

Matter of fact, I send him all this stuff – he’s got a full dossier on me by now for sure and then he calls here and I don’t know who he is.

“Who?” He says his name. “Who? Who’s that?” I ask stupidly. “Who again?”

Ha ha ha. I am embarrassingly spacey or perhaps senile however he is a lot like his dad but no twang! How am I supposed to know it’s the soldier’s son when he doesn’t sound like a hayseed, hmm?

Anyway, he has Mercury conjunct mine, so opposite his father’s but no Mars. This means he has to be nice, where as I… well I be a raving banshee.

He’s actually got gobs of Libra so he will debate you into the ground… ‘cept I don’t go into the ground, I fight so you can see how this could and would turn into what it has.

Simply put I will fight with the father until the end of time and debate the son for just as long even though we agree on almost everything.

What’s that got to do with anything when there is discourse to be had!

Can any of you Librans relate?