Then they got the strangest surprise on this Night of Nights.
It’s never the Uranus type of surprises of the Water Bearers that cause the trouble in this 7-7 polarity-opposition carnival of the silly and the sublime between Leo and Aquarius. The problems are caused by other things. The attitude of any Lion or Lioness in dealing with Aquarian people and Aquarian projects of all shapes and sizes, whether major or minor—whether consisting of filling the sandbox for the kiddies, building a birdhouse, decorating an office, planning the school prom, plotting an advertising or a political campaign, producing a film or a play—or deciding on a stock merger between two huge conglomerates. It matters not. Leo will lead. Or Leo will take his or her sand bucket, stock certificates, swatches of material, balloons, wren house, screenplay or whatever—and find another kingdom over which to rule where superiority is both welcomed and appreciated. Both respected and worshipped.
Normally, this won’t bother the typical Water Bearers in the slightest. They’re really not terribly interested in being the Big Chiefs on the reservations. They’re more interested in the invention of new Rain Dances and such. How to design a better Totem Pole. However, when these two Sun Signs do clash over something—whatever it might be—the result could be likened to a herd of Buffalo meeting head-on with a herd of elephants. A brick building meeting a cement wall. Or two asses (using the biblical term) meeting nose to nose. A most mulish and deadlocked scene. That is to say—both Leo and Aquarius are Fixed. The Water Bearers, the Lions and the Lionesses share the dubious distinction of having been born under Fixed Signs. This means that they’re as stubborn as crazy glue, and they won’t budge their positions a fraction of an inch when they believe they’re right and justified in an opinion or an action. Both Leo and Aquarius adore surprises. They’re both progressive-minded, both generous and magnanimous of spirit; both defend the underdog and the minority voices of the turtles heard throughout the land. Both tend to be tall and handsome (or beautiful). Both are highly intelligent, friendly, quite gregarious—and fascinating talkers. Both like to protect the weak—both love and respect Nature. So far, wonderful! Everything is mellow, with soft purring and happy meowing from the Big Cats … and lots of fresh, sparkling cooperation brimming over from the little brown jugs of the Uranus-ruled Water Bearers.
Nevertheless, these two signs are opposed on the horoscopic wheel. One has what the other lacks and can’t stand to admit he or she needs. Normally. (Unless the Ascendents and Luminaries between their birth charts are cozy and harmonious—then they don’t mind admitting their individual needs and trading back and forth with each other.) What does Leo have that Aquarius lacks? Personal warmth. A certain sense of dignity. Stability and dependability.
What does Aquarius have that Leo lacks? I know it’s difficult to conceive that Lions and Lionesses lack anything at all, inheriting as they have every virtue under the Sun (their own ruler). But, alas, there is one gift of the gods they don’t possess—the humility to admit they may be guilty of a scattered fault or two—that there may be a chipped diamond here and there among the rubies and emeralds of their glowing positive traits and qualities. In brief, they aren’t overendowed with the ability to confess error or to accept criticism gracefully.
Leo would do very well to borrow from Aquarians a smidgen of their humility, their detachment regarding criticism and their cheerful willingness to confess their shortcomings. Tell Aquarians they’re all geniuses, and they’ll shrug, completely unimpressed. Tell an Aquarian that he or she is crazy, and the Water Bearer will nod pleasantly in the affirmative, delighted with the analysis—and entirely unoffended. The flattering appraisal will ordinarily float in one ear and out the other. But insinuate, even mildly, that Leos are less than superior in any way, and it’s Off with your head! They either roar or pout, and neither attitude is becoming to royalty.
Conversely, Aquarius could benefit immensely by adopting some of Leo’s sunny and warm benevolence in personal relationships (a Water Bearer can be a mite cool at times, even to loved ones) by imitating Leo’s dependability (it would be nice to know the Water Bearers could be counted on to mean on Thursday week what they took a blood oath on, on Wednesday last) and by assuming a trace of the Leonine poise and dignity. They don’t have to go so far as to become sedate, mind you, but perhaps copy Leo’s feline grace when they’re walking around, so they won’t bump into telephone poles so often—maybe stop standing on their heads while they watch a concert—tone down their purple hair—leave their quetzals at home when they go to church—things like that. Just a little poise and dignity. Not too much. Then they wouldn’t be recognizable—and we certainly want them to remain recognizable, because it’s hard enough as it is to identify them as members of the human race.
Since Leo and Aquarius were both born under the Sun Signs of the Fixed Organizer, they should share the organizational responsibilities of a business venture, a romantic relationship, a Mind Trip or a Time Trip. They should each let up more than a little on his or her personal Fixity, while retaining a Fixity of purpose. However, although Leo is not a Cardinal Sign of Leadership (Leo is an Organizer), Leo must lead the organizing—in some way that will appease the gigantic ego of the Big Cats. Give Leo the title. That’s all. Chief Rain Maker. Chief Totem Pole Designer. Chief Communicator with People From the Future. Chief Hairdresser. Chief Apostle. Fire Chief. Water Chief. Air Chief. Earth Chief. Oberon, King of the Faeries. Titania, Queen of the Faeries. King of the Jungle. Queen of Galactic Enterprises. Ruler of the Harem. Monarch of the Castle. That’s the general idea.
Then the Water Bearer will discover that nowhere on this Earth, nor in any other galaxy or Solar System in the Past, Present or Future, will he (or she) find a more brilliantly creative, intelligent, brave and loyal buddy than the Lion or Lioness. It’s really worth cultivating a little elasticity of the Aquarian Fixity to gain such a friend for all seasons—all Time Barriers and Astral Levels.
Leo Woman and Aquarius Man
Peter had continued, for a little time … … . to play gaily on his pipes; no doubt a rather forlorn attempt to prove to himself that he did not care. Then he decided not to take his medicine, so as to grieve Wendy. Then he lay down on the bed outside the coverlet, to vex her still more … . .
In the beginning, she felt herself drawn to him like a bar magnet being propelled by jet speed. Somehow, the Water Bearer seemed to almost literally pull her into the depths of his dreamy eyes, as though she were a wisp of a cloud, disappearing into the space of his expression. Being a Lioness, naturally she resisted. But it was no use. She felt borne aloft by the gentle breezes of his Air Element charisma, lulled by the soothing music of his bagpipes. (To the rest of us, bagpipes may sound a little shrill and squeaky, but they’re soothing if you’re a Leo, because they remind you of the changing-of-the-guards, coronation parades and all that.)
For a while, all was pinkness and peacocks, lovely beyond lovely. He behaved like a veritable saint. Sometimes, she was positive she could even see his halo, but it appeared to be such an odd shape. (It was his aura, and all Uranus auras are oddly shaped. They resemble an inverted pyramid with a lightning bolt tracing the three planes that make up the triangular sides. Unusual. So are the colors. A sort of electric blue, flashed with streaks of black thunder and sparkling white conceptuals.)
Strangely, nearly the very same thing happened to him in the beginning. He felt compelled to walk barefoot on her velvet purple train, kiss the diamonds on her tiara. He was repeatedly levitated several feet by the perfumed songs of her absolutely gorgeous nose. Her very languidness calmed his restless toes and ears—while her perfect poise left him speechless and vibrating, by turns. He, too, was from time to time, certain he could see with his Third Eye her own glowing, golden-red halo. (It was her aura, shaped like the Sun, brilliant and blinding, holding him spellbound and mesmerized.) She behaved like the Queen of all angels. She purred like a kitten and hummed like a hummingbird. She smiled like a tawny Cheshire cat and grinned like his favorite quetzal. She was a breath of Heaven, flaming with passion, yet as cool as a lemon popsicle from Barney’s Deli in Yonkers.
Suddenly, the sky turned grey, and Rip Van Winkle began knocking around tenpins like a drunken sailor. Heat lightning. Thunder claps. Great Niagaras of flooding waters that would have made Noah himself give up the ship came pouring forth from his Uranus jug, while his Air essence whipped up a tornado and her Fire Element blazed like the burning of Pompeii. In short, the windy, scorched and soggy season of romance arrived. He became stuffy, stodgy, stingy and sarcastic. She became rude, regal, raging and resentful. He decided she was a bore and she decided he was a boor. It was all so sad. What happened?
What happened was that their polarities got tangled and twisted. Leo and Aquarius are opposed on the karmic wheel of Life. They are polarized personalities, these two, influenced by the at-first magnetic, then repelling 7-7 Sun Sign Pattern. But opposites attract, when the sexes are also opposite—and that’s the whole point of the mating marathon—opposition. At least, that’s what most people believe it is. But they are wrong. The true goal of love and mating and matching auras is not to remain forever opposed in attitudes and desires, but to blend the opposing forces into a smooth harmony, to combine the best of each and either discard or dilute the worst, so as to remove the power of negative traits to torment their relationship. In plain words, she should not envy him but try to imitate the characteristics he possesses which she lacks and would benefit by absorbing. Likewise, he should realize that she contains certain graces that would bless his own personality if he would try a little harder to acquire them. That’s what opposition means—it doesn’t mean opposing. It means blending into bliss. But there’s always the danger that the Lioness and her Water Bearer may lose all the potential excitement and inspirational promise of their love affair or marriage by continually attempting to top each other at every step along the way. Give-and-take is the answer. Not too much give and not too much take. Just the right amount of submission and command mixed, even in an unpredictable Aquarian test tube, emerges as an elixir called Equality. Equality of the sexes—and of the queenly Lioness and her Rip Van Wink-lish Aquarian lover or husband.
Most Lionesses keep their distance from Aquarian females, but a Leo woman can be inexplicably attracted by an Aquarian man. He accepts Life and people as effortlessly as she’d like to (and pretends to) but somehow can’t quite manage to completely accomplish. Secretly, she’s aware that her false pride too often imprisons her true inner warmth, and she sometimes wishes she could unbend and just drown in daisies of delight, without caring what anyone thinks of her—as he does. He makes her want to literally let her hair down and run with him through starry meadows in both an imaginary and an actual sense. She envies him his freedom of expression, his ability to be detached and unemotional. Her own passions, although usually under control, sometimes have a way of ruling her reason, to her later regret. How does he stay so cool and untouched by tragedy and disappointment? Perhaps if she became a part of him, she would understand his magic and be able to be more like him.
The Aquarian male has always been puzzled that he can’t seem to count on Leo men as his friends (except maybe a couple of rare Lions, whose Moon Signs are in beneficent aspect with his natal Sun). Yet here is the intriguing contradiction of this Leo woman, this proud and aloof feline creature who has caused him to wonder if there might not be more to human contact than mere intellectual communication alone. Despite himself, she made him wonder about love, to decide he might have been wrong to dismiss emotions as kid stuff, not worth a grown man’s involvement. Eventually, he felt irresistibly urged to become as much a part of her as Nature will allow, and this was a new experience for his heart, not to mention his body. He doesn’t understand—but since it’s a mystery, he’s certainly not going to permit it to remain unsolved. The detective instinct in him (along with other more primal instincts) makes him determined to find the answer to this lady’s alluring spell over him. The most sensible way to begin, he finally sighs and admits to himself, is to possess her in the way all those sentimental people are always saying is so joyous, so incredible, so explosive and fulfilling.
So he did. And it was. Joyous. Incredible. Explosive. Fulfilling. The sentimentalists were right. Amazing. Of course he didn’t possess her the first moment he decided to do so. She is, after all, a Leo, and a Lioness does not surrender herself until the man she loves proves his adoration in countless ways over a reasonable period of time. Still, when she at last chose to knight him with the warm gift of her whole love and her whole being, their sexual pleasure was exquisite.
Often, an Aquarian man is more demonstrative and affectionate with a Leo woman than anyone, even he, would ever have believed possible. Just as the Lioness often discovers she can enjoy lovemaking with the Aquarian man who has captured her heart without regally holding back some part of herself, lest she might be thought undignified, thereby causing her to lose the self-respect she needs to retain her identity in her own eyes, let alone in the eyes of the world. She senses this man won’t ridicule her or look down on her if she is honestly herself with him during their intimacies. And so their physical Oneness can be a strong tie between them, drawing them back into each other after they’ve quarreled, over and over again. Mutual desire, when it is deep and insistent enough, is a powerful healer of trivial hurts and frustrations.
However, although a happy sexual compatibility is a beautiful facet of love between any man and woman, sex alone is not enough to guarantee enduring happiness. These two will have to compromise and make adjustments in other areas of their togetherness, or her original passion will slowly freeze into ice—and his original tender and spontaneous response to her warmth and sunny disposition will revert to his typical Uranus kind of dreamy disinterest.
A Leo woman absolutely must be periodically complimented, be made to know she’s treasured by the man she loves. A Lioness who is starved for admiration and appreciation is as pathetic (and finally as dangerous) as a Nature lioness who’s hungry for food. Hunger is hunger, and it can make people behave in strange ways. The Aquarian man’s natural tendency is to make the woman he’s crazily in love with play a guessing game. He hints. He suggests. He invites her inside his mind (a place where most people find a Do Not Enter sign) and he thinks this should convince her she’s very important to him—that he needs her more than he can express. But it won’t work. She doesn’t like guessing games. She becomes impatient with subtlety, because she’s so direct and outgoing herself. He may indeed need her more than he can express, but he’s going to have to learn to express it if he wants to keep her. It won’t be easy, because compliments and flattery are usually difficult for the typical Aquarian man to master. He feels uneasy expressing his deepest feelings and emotions in words. He’s more comfortable making them into a joke or a limerick. It’s possible he may write her a poem or a song, but a direct personal statement of a romantic declaration embarrasses him—sometimes painfully.
She’ll have to try a little harder to realize that this man, in his own unpredictable, eccentric way, is a special human being. He doesn’t give his love away casually. The very fact that he said I love you even once should make her know he’s serious about their relationship. She shouldn’t try to make him repeat what he considers meaningless declarations as proof of the reality of his longings. To him, once a thing has been said, it stands—until it’s retracted. To repeat a statement, an action, an idea—or anything at all—seems like a terrible waste of time to this man, whose mind is always on what’s ahead, not what lies behind. As when his mother tried to force him to say thank you and please and you’re welcome a hundred times a day. He found that nonsense. There are other ways a person can show gratitude and courtesy. He learned that hypocritical people who pay lip service to social or romantic custom are the very ones who break what he considers to be the basic rules of decency and kindness, honesty and loyalty—and he hates hypocrisy with every fiber of his being.
He may try to tell her this some midnight or midday. Lying beside her in bed—or crossing a busy street, holding hands, at noon. It will just pop into his head, so he’ll say it. You know, he’ll tell her gently, quietly, it’s not what people say that matters. It’s what people do that matters. Then he’ll flash her one of his Uranian looks of deep penetration that seems to sear into her soul. If she’s as wise as the Sun-ruled are capable of being, she’ll smile back at him with her eyes, simply say, I know—and never, ever forget that timeless moment when he tried so hard to make her see, to understand. Because he’ll probably never repeat it. Aquarians bare their souls to you only rarely, but for an instant. If you’re too busy or too full of self-pity to really listen, the moment will be gone forever.
A person may choose a dog for a pet (or even a squirrel or a gerbil, for that matter) and the animal will be touchingly grateful to have been adopted and given a home. But you know what they say about cats. No one chooses a cat as a pet. A cat chooses her own owner. And only after she’s decided you’re worth honoring with her presence. She’ll expect you to be properly pleased, to cherish her and pat her on the head frequently—if you want her to stay around and purr for you, to adorn your house. The Water Bearer should note that his Lioness has similar notions.
As for any doubts the Leo woman may have concerning the basic stability of her unpredictable, eccentric and unconventional Aquarian man—well, he may be a little crazy, but that’s what keeps him from going insane in a world that’s really off the wall. When she thinks about it for a while, she’ll understand. And her sunny smile will return. Just in time. He was freezing out there all by himself, without her. But he would never have let her know. He would simply have turned and walked away, bravely whistling a lonesome song, pretending it didn’t matter. Later, he would have wondered why she called him absentminded because he could never remember to bring her a gift on her birthday or their anniversary. She’s the one who forgot … that he once told her he loved her.
Leo Man and Aquarius Woman
It was not his courage, it was not his engaging appearance, it was not … . there is no beating about the bush, for we know quite well what it was, and have got to tell. It was Peter’s cockiness … … … .
I don’t mean a kiss, she said. I mean a thimble. What’s that?
It’s like this. She kissed him.
Funny! said Peter gravely. Now shall I give you a thimble?
Make no mistake. A Lion will be as startled and confused as the ordinary male by an Aquarian female’s unique manner of speech and singular behavior. But his response will be typically Leonine. He’ll pretend he hasn’t noticed. An open display of confusion might indicate weakness, so he’ll act as though he’s taking her eccentricities in stride, with a calm and unruffled, rather benevolent (if slightly patronizing), air.
If she chooses to call a kiss a thimble, then so will he. And his languid naturalness will be so convincing, she’ll never suspect it threw him in that first moment before he caught himself. A Lion can never let on that he’s been caught unprepared, let alone thrown. If she tells him she wants some cherimoyas in the backyard, he’ll yawn, tell her he’ll think it over and let her know later. By the following day, he’ll be an expert on cherimoyas. When she tells him to be sure and pick up some yogurt on the way home because she needs to take it with her to the photographer’s, he may be burning with curiosity to learn what yogurt has to do with a camera, but he won’t ask. The next day, before he drives her to have her picture taken, she’ll solicit his opinion. Should I use the yogurt before I get there? His reply will be casual. Why not? he’ll offer smoothly, never revealing his utter bewilderment. (Use it?) He’ll breathe a secret sigh of relief when he discovers she uses it as a facial. He had started to wonder if she really needed therapy. Nor will he raise an eyebrow when he finds an vase in the freezer section of the refrigerator, filled with freshly sharpened pencils. By this time he’ll have learned at least part of the combination lock to her mental process, and he can guess the riddle rather easily. He figures she thinks the pencils write better when the lead is chilled. He’s beginning to know her. That’s right. They make a cleaner, neater mark on the page.
He’d never give himself away by turning pale when she runs into his arms, weeping inconsolably and crying out, He’s dead! Joe is dead! He’ll soothe her as best he can, hoping she doesn’t feel the wild thumping of his heart, until he gradually learns that he is the small lizard in the garden she named Joe, of whom she had grown quite fond. No matter if she sews up the hem in her skirts with Elmer’s glue, rinses her hair with beer to make it sparkle, enjoys the mystical feeling of taking her shower with no light in the bathroom—just one lone candle on the sink—or runs to the kitchen to grab the bottle of vanilla extract and dabs it behind her ears before they go out for dinner because it’s her favorite perfume. He’ll remain blasé about it all. To exhibit spontaneous surprise is beneath his dignity. It implies that there could be something he doesn’t know—and since a Leo knows everything—quite logically, how could anyone surprise him?
This woman can surprise him, whether he shows it or not. She completely floors him. He’s never met anyone quite like her before. She breaks all the rules, follows no predictable pattern and keeps him guessing almost continually. Of course, the fact that he refuses to openly indicate that he finds her to be a challenge will only make her more determined to find a way to shock him—to see what he’s like when his poise is shattered. It fascinates her that a man can be so unflappable, so lazily confident, so immune to being caught off-guard. No wonder astrology calls him the Big Cat, she muses. That describes him perfectly. Always alert, ever watchful. Aware of the slightest scent of danger to his well-being and his pride, and ready to pounce on that danger first, before it descends on him. Perhaps a Lion does deserve to be called the King of the Jungle.
She can’t help admiring him, but that won’t halt her attempts to rattle his composure, disturb his dignity and baffle his regal bearing. She’s heard he’s a Fire Sign, and she knows there are banked fires somewhere beneath all that smooth self-control and graceful movement. She’d like to coax the flames to leap out where they can be seen. It could be exciting, she thinks. It could also be unwise. He’s not a kitten, he’s a cat, and there’s a vast difference. As playful as this man can be, as warm, sunny and lovable as his nature is—he is a survivor. Anyone who tries to make him seem foolish will be taught a swift and impressive lesson about Leo’s own personal law of the jungle in human society. Noble, generous and affectionate, often gentle, he nonetheless will establish his authority by rising to the fierce heights of his Solar rulership when he’s threatened. And he will never submit to defeat or failure. In the end, he will triumph. Leo is not cruel—but neither is this man soft and humble, self-effacing or submissive. He doesn’t waste his splendid energy without a cause, but when a just cause arises, he has the strength to enforce his will—and on such occasions he becomes decidedly dramatic. In no way does a Lion retreat, although he may disdain to expend his emotions on matters he considers too petty and trivial for his attention. Most of the time, he organizes his emotional reactions as efficiently as he organizes everything else around him.
This man and woman are under the influence of the polarized 7-7 Sun Sign Pattern vibration, so their views are often diametrically opposed—and they may find themselves frequently settling into the extreme ends of the emotional thermometer. Yet this opposition of their Sun Signs on the horoscopic wheel may help to balance out the matching double masculine challenge of their personalities. They were both born under Fixed (stubborn) and masculine signs. Also, his ruling Sun is masculine (very!) and her ruling planet Uranus is likewise masculine. This creates a lot of positive, aggressive and determined vibes around them—and clearly requires that they both make a mutual attempt to add some of the so-called feminine qualities to their relationship, such as passivity, tenderness, patience and tolerance.
She can’t understand why he’s so vitally concerned with his own image, when she’s concerned with all manner of things outside herself, as befits her Air Element. His vanity perplexes her. And the way he pouts when he doesn’t receive the respect to which he believes he’s entitled. She’s considerably more carefree about her appearance—and as for what people think, it seldom even occurs to her to wonder, let alone care. She doesn’t need to be respected. She respects herself—and isn’t that all that matters—what you think of yourself, not what others think of you? This is one of the several invaluable lessons she can teach her Lion if he’ll forget his pride long enough to realize how much happier he’d be if he saw the wisdom of some of her Uranian philosophy.
She can also learn from him some important things. Self-control is the chief one. Her sudden impulses and tornadoes of emotion can cause his fiery inner nature to explode so that neither of them can discuss anything calmly. Air has the ability to whip fire into a frenzy but can also cause it to burn more brightly, and there’s no doubt that she stimulates him in a positive way too. The typical Aquarian woman outwardly appears to seek only tranquility, peace and quiet. Lots of female Water Bearers are quite soft-spoken and mild-mannered ladies. Then suddenly, without the slightest warning, or even any real provocation, they’ll erupt into a stormy scene—throw something across the room or out the window—or if nothing else, slam the door, lock it, draw the shades and play hermit for anywhere from a few hours to a few days. But pouting is a mistake, because she’ll never win the pouting game with a Lion. A Leo man is an absolute expert in the strategy of pouting when he’s been injured or wounded. She can’t top him there. He’s the champion.
Because a male Lion often subconsciously associates powerful emotions (whether positive or negative) with sexual desire, one of the most surprising things about their relationship can be the way a quarrel, even a violent one, will renew their longing for each other—and culminate with the consummation of unspoken need. There’s something feral and primitive about the kind of love-making that silently demands surrender of the passion of the mind and emotions to the passion of the body. Afterward, it’s like the calm that follows the storm, when everything is peaceful and still again … fresher and sweeter than before. However much their personalities may struggle and clash in other areas of their togetherness, these two can nearly always count on the restoration of harmony between them when their sexual expression of love transforms the Leo man into his Lion self … and she becomes, no longer his opponent, but his mate. The challenging creature to whom he must prove either his equality or his superiority. He’d prefer it to be the latter, but he’d save lots of energy for other interests in his life if he’d be satisfied to just aim for the former with this lady. The sexual chemistry they share is so magnetic it usually resists destruction by the other tensions of their relationship (unless there are severe afflictions between the Ascendents and Luminaries in their birth charts). Of course, there will be occasions when his pride will be deeply wounded by her periodic inability to be as affectionate as he’d like. Leo requires much warmth and tenderness blended with his lovemaking—and she may sometimes be unintentionally cool or detached. Her inner self vibrates to the element of Air, which can never match the heat or brilliance of the Solar-Fire influences that guide her Leo man’s sexual passions. But he can console himself with the knowledge that she’s probably warmer with him than she could be with anyone else, because their 7-7 opposition brings out in her as much wholehearted involvement as she’s capable of giving to physical union.
They’ll probably shower each other with lavish gifts and crazy surprises at unexpected times, these lovers. They’ll both be refreshed and inspired, excited by change, travel and creative projects they can plan together. But she’ll have to be careful that her tendency to gather armfuls of friends of both sexes into their private circle doesn’t offend her Lion. Leo smolders with jealousy within for a long, long time before it bursts forth in anger. He’ll never be able to curb her urge to be herself. This woman must be both allowed and encouraged to follow her impulses, or her normal cheerful disposition will be strangled. She’s a spontaneous free spirit, like all Aquarians, and to stifle this Uranus quality can result in a serious neurosis.
A Lion can become neurotically morose too, if he doesn’t receive the attention he needs on a regular basis. Her mind is on such a number of things, she may forget he’s there at times. She’d better remember. To ignore a Leo man too often is to lose him for a certainty. He’ll freeze into an icicle—and there’s always someone waiting out there to melt him with honest appreciation.
Since the sages tell us that a word to the wise is sufficient, and astrology tells us that Leo is wise—here are a few words that should be sufficient in counseling a Lion who loves a Water Bearer. In several Aquarius chapters I’ve advised various Sun Signs that it’s prudent, if at all possible, to aim to be the first love of an Aquarian. Aquarians always remember wistfully the first love (which was probably a platonic friendship). But there are other sound reasons. The following lament from the pen of Dorothy Parker rather concisely describes the Uranian romantic quandary of a female W.B.
Oh, gallant was the first love … and glittering and fine the second love was water … in a clear, white cup the third love was his, the fourth was mine and after that, I always get them all mixed up.
All things very carefully considered, a Leo man should try to be the third love of this lady. Yes, definitely Number Three for the Lion. And seal it off right there. Beyond that point, it gets pretty risky. The glitter and the white cup are passing ecstasies. And Number Four is out of the question for any Leo. Three is the magic Number. Then lock up her Chinese abacus … and throw away the key.
|Ruled by the Sun||Ruled by Neptune|
|Symbols: Lion & Shy Pussycat||Symbol: The Fish|
|Day Forces—Masculine||Night Forces—Feminine|