Some people notice hands. I know I do. When I was out cruising, it was one of the first things I looked at on a man. “Do I want those hands on me or not?”
Anyone who has Mercury emphasized is going to have prominent hands or hands that grab you attention. My friend Ben also notices hands and my ex-perennial boyfriend, Scott has extremely prominent hands.
Scott has Mercury conjunct Uranus (brilliant) square Jupiter (expanded and arrogant). His hands are enormous which is very important if you want to be a pianist.
This is part of an anecdote I recalled in 2006. Ben meets Scott here. We were all in our 20’s.
You can see how all this plays down to the detail, where I don’t want to sit down. Ben has Mercury in Scorpio, trine Mars. He’s got the same sexual thinking I do. He probes.
Ben and I had known each other just a few weeks here. We met working as servers in an upscale hotel. Scott and I had known each other since we were teenagers. He’d been my on and off boyfriend for almost ten years at this point. He showed up in the restaurant one morning having heard I worked there. This is from the middle of a larger piece:
Back in the kitchen, Ben asked, “Who is that?”
“You like him, I can tell.”
“There must be something about him.”
He walked in a circle around me, checking all angles and I laughed.
“Well I wonder what it is. I’ve seen you but I’ve not seen you like this. How intriguing. Elsa’s morsel. He told me he’s known you since you were fifteen”
Oh crap, they did talk. “Yeah, that’s right,” I said.
“Was he fifteen too?” he asked; a Scorpio looking for a scandal.
“Hmm. So he was in high school and he plucked you out of junior high? Or were you a mere freshman?”
“What? I met him in his mother’s bar.” I said it, as if the high school thing was ludicrous because to me, it was.
“Bar! What were you doing in bar when you were fifteen?”
“Working doing what? You can’t work in a bar when you’re fifteen?”
“I was tending bar.”
“What? You know how to tend bar? They let you tend bar when you were fifteen? Sit down,” he said. “I want to know about this. I knew you had a history… so you’re a bartender?”
“Yes,” I said, ignoring his order to sit. “I quit tending bar to come to work here. And I don’t want to sit. We have to work.”
“How intriguing. I thought you were a waitress. You’re such a good waitress, too. Little Elsa is a bartender? Don’t tell me anymore. I have to absorb this. I want to talk to you about this privately. Are you going to see him tonight?”
“He just shows up and you go with him?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” I said. I laughed because this was none of his business and I was amused he thought it was.
“Well then I guess I can’t call you tonight and talk about him, can I?”
“Obviously not, Ben.”
“Well I don’t think I can wait. I need more information. Give me something to chew on, little Elsa. Some kind of tidbit. A morsel about your morsel. Let’s see. You met the mystery man in his mother’s bar when he was eighteen and you were a fifteen year old bartender. Did he work in the bar with you?”
“No. No, he’s not a bartender. He’s a pianist.”
“A pianist? Your morsel is a pianist?” Ben played the cello. This was getting interesting.
“Is he any good?”
“Yeah.” I laughed. “He’s good. He’s world class. He’s a boy wonder, just ask him.” I laughed.
“He is not!”
“Yeah, well yes. Actually, he is” I said, smiling wide and snorting. You should have seen Ben’s face. He looked at me intently, wondering if I was lying but knowing it was doubtful.
“Hmm. I did notice his hands,” he said. “What’s his name? Besides Morsel, I mean. I’m going to have to check this out. I know someone I can ask about your little piano player out there. This way you can get laid tonight and meanwhile, I can get the information I need. I want to process this.”
He started to walk away, then turned back to shake his head. “And you look so pure. You must have been like a daisy, growing up in a bar. I’m so glad I came to work today. I thought about calling in sick. I’m sure glad I didn’t because this has been something not to miss.”
I wrinkled my nose and shrugged. Really, I had no idea what he was talking about.
“I’ll need his last name so I can do some checking. I want to see what I can find out about your morsel. A lot of the pianists are gay, Elsa. Especially if they’re any good. I’ll be able to check that out for you. If I find out anything, do you want me to tell you? Would you want to know?”
I looked stricken for a second, then laughed and gave up his name. I hated to think of Ben up late stewing, while I was getting laid…
Pictured – that is another lifelong friend’s self-portrait. Leon has his Moon, Mercury, Venus, Saturn and the Black Moon Lilith in Scorpio so there is no way he is showing his face. Note the enlarged hand though. 😉
Leon has Mercury in scorp, square Jupiter and Uranus… ha ha ha. You just can’t get away from this stuff..
Also note that prominent Mercury attracts prominent Mercury…