This post has been written by one of my readers who is also one of the first people to ever comment on my site. She has given a lot of good advice to many people on here as well. I hope you enjoy this post, thank you for sharing HL
My first boyfriend was a Scorpio, which is rather unfair for a simple-minded love-addicted 13 year old Taurus girl. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. We were good friends, who often argued over what music bands were better than others, what language was more romantic (he spoke fluent French and I speak fluent Spanish), and what movies were better. I often went to his house, where I got to know his flaky but lovable Piscean father, his only parent since his mother died at his birth, something that troubled him much growing up. I quickly became family to these water-sign boys, since theirs was so small. I also became his sort-of muse. My boyfriend was a musician, quite talented in any instrument but mainly piano. He would play songs from Phantom of the Opera and have me sing Christine’s parts. His voice was also deep and gorgeous, but he never really paid attention to my compliments as much as he obsessed over how I should take care of my vocal chords because I had a "hauntingly delicate" soprano voice. (That was five years ago. I don’t have that voice anymore *sighs*) He’d go crazy if I didn’t wear scarves in the cold or if I ate chocolate, which is supposedly harmful for a singer’s throat. (Someone should have told him then that chocolate was the drug of choice for a Taurus.) It did get annoying sometimes,but mostly I found it cute that he cared about my voice. It’s all the Pisces in me (Moon, Mars,and Ascendant) that made me so tolerant toward him, despite being opposite signs.
We argued all the time, but it only brought us together, as both our Venus signs were in fire signs and, apparently, fights = love with Fire signs. Like a classic Scorpio, he would get insanely jealous if I so much as spoke about another straight guy he didn’t know. If he didn’t like my friends, he told me to stay away from them. He had good reason too, because even though it wasn’t something that was spoken much about he had a highly sensitive sixth sense. In other words, he was psychic. He could tell what people were feeling by just being around them. Occasionally, he saw "flashes" of the future or past. There were times, when we were really close, that he could read my thoughts. He told me once he had met me in a dream, which was part of the reason it was so hard for him to let me go. I’ll admit, it was hard for me to let him go too. I never had to explain what I was feeling to him, he understood even my stupidest and most confusing feelings and being around him set me at peace.
Even years later after we broke up, I still think back to this relationship. It’s been so hard to forget, considering how much he’s influenced me. I don’t think I would have had such a strong love for music, nor would have I pursued a French minor in college. I also don’t think I would have been so interested in astrology, as I ran into it while researching his psychic awareness.
His father is a photographer and takes pictures specifically at concerts in whatever town he’s in at the moment. We still keep in touch. Fun fact: he was born same day and year as Kurt Cobain, February 20, 1967, and plays guitar rather nicely himself, but unlike the legendary musician, he quit music to become a "responsible adult."
My last relationship was with Virgo man whom I met through the Pisces. He was 8 years older than me, but I was only 17 and it really only bothered everyone else but us, though he wouldn’t "touch" me until I turned 18. (We cuddled and kissed plenty, so there were no complaints from me.) He played bass in the Pisces’s former band and we often met at parties, where we would spend most of the evenings together, talking about literature, mainly books and movies and whatever we were writing at the moment. We’re both lit majors, so we tend to get really nerdy when we’re together. We would watch movies all day on days off from classes and comment on how well, or awful, the scripts and plots were and how they affect the actors and in turn the entire movie–like I said, nerdy. My dear Virgo had a habit of cleaning my room whenever he was in it. He’d try to place my books on the shelves, but they were cluttered with jewelry, toys (Pisces ascendant), and random nick-knacks. It drove him crazy until he finally decided to quit and just leave my room. He was an obsessive cleaner, possibly due to his Moon in Scorpio. My first boyfriend also had a moon in Scorpio, which is strange but not very surprising.
My Virgo boy had to take care of his parents because his father was having back problems, meaning he would have move back to his home in Ohio. We decided to break up then, because at the time I was starting my first year at college and I would meet and want to date other people. (I didn’t. I was too busy missing him.) So we broke up. He came back for a summer. We went out again and were fine until I found out he had found an ex-girlfriend back home and went out on a few dates with her. We weren’t going out at the time, so I thought it wasn’t a big deal. Then I answer his phone one evening and it’s her. Then I find out he had been keeping phone calls and text messages to her a secret from me. He had no good reasons except that he knew I would get jealous, though really I don’t know if he had broken up with her at all. I broke up with him.
Born year of the dog, and recently graduated from the same university I am now attending, he is now an elementary school teacher. He’s still also one of my closest friends, though things get ugly when he brings that incident up. He’s asked me to be his girlfriend again, but I refuse to be anything but a good friend to him. I don’t think I can ever forgive him, but that’s a Taurus for you: stubborn.
-HL, a loyal reader
Take this as a word of caution before messing with a Year of the Horse woman because, as a friend once said, "Horse ladies tend to be magical, but fragile, in the areas of love." (And if that particular Horse you hurt happens to be a Taurus, you’re pretty much screwed!)