… … for the procession must continue indefinitely until one of the parties stops or changes its pace.
The Bulls will in no way change their slow, steady pace, so it’s up to Sagittarius to stop running for a spell, now and then, if these two are ever going to settle down, and cash in on the several possible rewards of their 6-8 Sun Sign Pattern vibration.
Since the Archers are symbolized by the Centaur, who is half-horse, half-human, their association will be rather ripping half the time. I use the English idiom because Sag is so often flying off to foreign countries (or dreaming about flying off to them). Nearly every Archer secretly longs to make some sort of a career out of travel, and one way or another most of them manage to do just that. When Sagittarians are playing the role of the clown, or the gay philosopher, using the animal, or the rear end of their Centaur symbol, the Bulls find them highly amusing. Taureans will howl at the slapstick antics of the Archers, tripping over their speech and their feet. They feel a warm, protective glow toward the cheerful, well-meaning, good-natured, and somewhat awkward horse-half of Sag (pronounced to rhyme with badge).
But let the human side of the Archers turn up, and Taurus is puzzled and annoyed. As the Bulls watch the Sagittarians playing the roles of serious idealists, fighting fiercely in the courtroom, the classroom, on a television screen, or on a political platform, they’re uncertain whether to cheer them—or fear them.
The Jupiter dedication of the moment may take Sagittarians into a raging battle against the establishment, which will usually be abrasive to the more conservative Taurean nature, causing the Bulls to draw back in surprise and ask themselves, Who is this strange creature, riding around like a drunken dreamer, tilting at the sturdy, solid windmills of society? An awkward, yet also sometimes graceful, racehorse may be quite likable and good for some belly laughs, but a careless idealist who is threatening to tear holes in the fabric of comfortable custom can be downright dangerous. Taurus can’t figure out how to deal sensibly with a Sagittarian, who’s aroused to a high pitch of recklessness by a cause (preferably a lost one, because they give you a bigger glow within when you win them—and being lucky, the Archers nearly always win).
Every Sag (including the extroverted and the introverted ones) is at heart a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed optimist, who inwardly believes that everything will come out in the wash, then cries great, dramatic tears when it doesn’t—which serves him (or her) right for expecting too much out of Life, as far as Taurus is concerned.
The Bulls are clear-eyed, smooth-tailed pessimists, who never expect anything to come out in the wash—so when they lose a couple of socks at the laundermat, it serves them right for constantly imaging negative possibilities, as far as Sagittarius is concerned. Sag has no patience with Taureans who go glooming around, spreading inky moods. The Sagittarian man, woman or child’s own tears may be very damp and profuse, but they dry quickly when the eternal Jupiter rainbow comes out to drape itself around their shoulders and bathe them in hopeful colors again.
This is a 6-8 Sun Sign Pattern, emphasizing service, health and all manner of mystery. Because Sagittarius represents other people’s money to Taurus (among other 8th house influences, which are different with each individual Sun Sign association between these two) the Archers may be the ones to raise the funds for Taureans to realize their huge endeavors. Because Taurus represents the 6th astrological house of work, duty and service to Sag, these two are not infrequently found associated in some mutual undertaking that blends the Jupiter flair for promotion and salesmanship with the Taurean ability to build a solid foundation (which is of great value, when the Archers ride the rear end of their Centaur symbol, and fall flat on their hopes). The Bulls admire the exciting pictures the Archers create, but they become restless and suspicious when Sag slaps on the paint with strokes that are too broad, and colors that are too garish for the practical Taurean taste.
Sagittarian people sail around, goofing and stumbling a lot, but they’re as likely to stumble on a piece of pure, unadulterated luck, as they are to fall head first into an open sewer. The former accident is due to their marvelous faith, courage and optimism—the latter, to their obstructed line of vision. Your chances of falling into a hole naturally increase when you’re gazing at the sky, shooting arrows into the future, and not looking where you’re skipping.
Since the Bulls usually keep their eyes more or less fastened on the ground, they can help Sag watch out for the open sewers and other traps waiting to trip them. These two can make a really socko team in the stock market, or in any sort of gambling venture. If there’s a harmonious Sun-Moon aspect between them, they may become millionaires fairly quickly. Actually, they’ll do pretty well together in any sort of scheme involving money—their own or someone else’s—whether it’s farming organic fruits and vegetables, or selling foreign sports cars. The association can be found anywhere from film-making to breeding race horses, from the newspaper field to a church. (Most Bulls are rather dogmatic about their religious beliefs, usually intensely loyal to the religion of childhood—and all Archers are possessed of a strong, though often tangled and knotted, religious streak.)
Normally, Taurus remains close to family ties. A Bull will sacrifice much for his (or her) loved ones, and bear up under a bushel of trouble for them. Sagittarians are also willing to offer a helping hand and a cheery word to their relatives—from a distance. The typical Archers and their families don’t live in one another’s pockets. Sag is more interested in the good of humanity as a whole than in lavishing excessive attention on blood lines. That’s for horses, isn’t it? Yes, and also for the half-horse Centaurs, if they’d give their relatives half a chance.
Both of these Sun Signs can spot a hypocrite or a phony a mile away, and neither of them is inclined to tell a lie to save face, or merely to be courteous. The Bulls ordinarily will state the truth of the matter as they see it, firmly and clearly. Should they think it might truly wound someone, however, they’ll clam up and not speak at all, rather than stir up unnecessary unpleasantness, if the issue is not an urgent one. The Archer has no such reluctance. All Sagittarians shine with a certain kind of honesty—a brutal kind. The truth sometimes hurts, but the Archers are blissfully unaware of this, when their indignations are flashing. It’s useless to expect these people to stifle their Jupiter integrity, but they might try diluting it a bit.
|SAG:||Why are you so upset, just because I told you that you’re pigeon-toed and you walk with a waddle? I think it’s kind of cute. Why are you frowning as though you hated me or something? What did I do wrong? I thought you liked me.|
|Taurus:||That’s right. Everybody likes you, because you’re so warm and friendly and enthusiastic. You’re also a clumsy klutz, verbally and physically. There. See how the truth hurts?|
|SAG:||Okay, so I’m a clumsy klutz. But what does that have to do with your being pigeon-toed and walking with a waddle?|
It’s no use, a dose of their own medicine won’t work with Sag, because truth never cramps Jupiter’s breezy style. Most Archers will accept it cheerfully, philosophically—and are genuinely bewildered when others get uptight over hearing the plain facts, whether the sharp arrow of honesty is aimed at themselves or at another victim. A Sagittarian (or a person with the Moon or Ascendent in Sag) is the one who chirps happily, Was that your husband’s brother I read about in the papers, who forged those checks and got caught? Listen, it’s all in the family! I have a sister who was picked up twice for shoplifting. She’s in therapy now. But it still hasn’t cured her kleptomania.
The broken twigs on their own family trees don’t bother the Archers in the least, so why should you flinch over yours? That’s Jupiter’s sunny, but sometimes exasperating, outlook.
Sagittarians take life and people literally as they skip around, spreading their jollies and blasting out truth with their jovial Jupiter vibes. When the Bulls get hit between the eyes, they can get their backs up, but they’re normally placid, patient souls. Unfortunately, the qualities of placidity and patience often annoy the more impulsive Archers, when they’re exposed to it for long periods of time. It sometimes seems to Sag that the dogmatic and cautious Bulls are as slow as a herd of snails.
Nevertheless, if these two decide to take a gamble, and combine the Jupiter luck and logic with the Taurean shrewdness and common sense, they stand a good chance of making lots of money together. M-O-N-E-Y. That message will reach both of them loudly and clearly. Taurus likes to keep it in the bank. Sag likes to keep it in circulation.
Taurus Woman and Sagittarius Man
Michael was ready: he wanted to see how long it took him to do a billion miles. But Wendy hesitated.…
There he is, bouncing happily up and down, like a typical Jupiter rubber ball, thinking he has a great new friend to pal around with, and since she’s a female, well, who knows? It could mean a beautiful love affair, or even better, maybe a life-long, platonic friendship. Since Sagittarius likes the truth so much, this is about the time he should face up to it. If she’s a Taurus woman, she’s not mentally casting herself either as his pal or as the helpless half of a casual affair. She has another role in mind for herself.
An Archer reading this will probably feign shock, and murmur to himself, What does that mean? What does he mean, what does that mean? It means marriage, that’s what it means, and he shouldn’t be so surprised. For a man who prides himself on his honesty, a Sagittarian male can be pretty shifty about romance. He may think he’ll always win the game he plays called Love now, leave later, but if his partner is a Taurean, he’d better be prepared to lose—either the game, or her.
A Taurus woman falls in love with a Sagittarius man for perfectly good reasons. He’s an idealist, a cheerful companion when she’s blue, an intelligent conversationalist, a dreamer, a philosopher, an astute businessman—and a little boy who needs looking after. You certainly can’t expect a Taurus female to resist the impact of a man like that. No wonder, even when he told her plainly the first night the way things were, she didn’t hear him. Her head was in the clouds, somewhere up there where he scatters all his enthusiasm. An Archer’s excitement is contagious. But sometimes he forgets he’s a Fire Sign. You know what fire does? It flares up into flames. And more flames. He’ll have to cool it if he doesn’t want to get burned by his own sparks—or be buried beneath her earthy anger, which can pour down on him like an avalanche when he ignites her love, then fails to put out the blaze.
The very least a Taurus woman will settle for when she’s in love is the status of permanent mistress or common law wife, though she won’t like either situation, and she’s only biding her time in any case. What she won’t stand for is to be part of an Archer’s harem. She isn’t illogically jealous, as a Leo or an Aries woman might be. She is, however, possessive, which means that her idea of love is based on exclusivity. This woman would never have accepted a proposal from Brigham Young. A female Bull won’t be suspicious of her man without good cause, but neither will she give him yards of rope with which to string her along.
Actually, this man is capable of being very loyal to a woman he really loves. His problem is in making the wrong choice, which causes him to lose the right partner. At first, his frankness and his outspoken manner will seem genuine and wholesome to the Taurus female. So will his lack of hypocrisy. She won’t waste a moment of her time on a liar or a phony, so she’ll admire his honesty. That is, she will until the day (or night) he demonstrates it with painful clarity to her by saying, Baby, we can have lots of fun knocking around together, if we level with each other from the beginning. Like, yesterday I ran into this old girlfriend, and she wants me to spend the weekend with her on Squaw Mountain. You know how I love to ski. Can you find something to amuse yourself with until I get back? When the Archer gets that honest, she’s liable to amuse herself by cracking him over the head with one of his skis.
Although a Sagittarian is governed by sincerity in romance, it isn’t always accompanied by a sensitive regard for his partner’s feelings. Still, if she can try to overlook his stinging arrows of frankness, she may discover things about him that a female with a quick temper and less patience will never know. When an Archer finds a woman who understands him enough to love him and trust him, his nature will expand to its highest level. No one makes a more enthusiastic lover and devoted husband than a well-loved and trusted Sagittarian. He’s like a big, friendly sheep dog, a little clumsy maybe, but warm, happy and faithful, and who could question his playful sincerity? He needs a woman who will believe in all his dreams, not one who constantly pops his balloons with the needles of doubt and nagging.
He needs a cheerful companion to take hiking with him, someone who challenges him with her own independence, who can bounce stimulating ideas with him, who gives him plenty of freedom and also smothers him with plenty of affection. It’s a large order for any female, but a Taurus woman can probably fill it, except perhaps for the part about bouncing ideas with him. She’s smart (maybe even too smart) but she’s a better listener than a brainstormer. It takes Taurus some time to mull over wild ideas before she can work up an excitement to match his and she’s suspicious of ideas that bounce. But her practicality and common sense provide an excellent balance for his reckless tendency to throw the dice for double-or-nothing. He should appreciate her down-to-earth approach, and not expect her to continually match his own frenetic creative drive. Besides, it’s good to rest once in a while against a soft pillow of purring femininity. He can play bounce with the fellows, and enjoy other pastimes with her.
A Sagittarian man who feels restricted may seem to submit, because he’s inclined to make the optimistic best of an existing situation, but it will eventually lead him into becoming irritable and sarcastic, and then the union will be far from happy. If she has the Moon in a Fire or Air Sign, or he has the Moon in an Earth or Water Sign, they could have a circus together. Otherwise, their relationship may be somewhat rocky at times. He’s looking for a mental companion to roam the hills with him. She needs a dependable, predictable man to sit by the fire and hold her hand. Not that a Taurus woman wants to spend her life in the kitchen stirring the noodles, but neither is she the type to want to spend it spinning around on a Ferris Wheel or munching lichee nuts. This woman is faithful and warm-hearted. She’s patient and self-controlled, good-hearted and jolly. Her nature is humorous, hospitable and easygoing. She seems too gentle, too kind, and far too tranquil to be capable of anger. But goaded beyond the point of her endurance, she’ll erupt into an irrational fury, lacking all logic and reason. Sagittarius is not the least likely sign to arouse her to such a rare display of temper. The Archer ranks close behind Leo, Scorpio and Aquarius in the ability to aggravate the Bull into earthquaking action.
She’ll have to be on guard against the Archer’s method of teaching her (and learning himself) by the method of conversational inquiry. He’s an expert at it. Sag can pull out your deepest emotions and your most private opinions by this method of careful questioning. Taurus doesn’t always want her deepest emotions and most private opinions exposed to light.
She doesn’t pry into other people’s affairs. Why should they pry into hers? So the Sagittarian burning curiosity, which is a natural outgrowth of his brilliant and logical mental process, will not always please her. Nor will his clever method of casual cross-examination delight her when she has a secret she’d like to call (and keep) her own.
It’s possible for their physical relationship to be a good one, if they both try to understand each other’s different natures and sexual needs. When a woman enhances his highest opinion of himself (and a Taurus woman can) an Archer’s desire for her increases. Her earthy emotions are deeply stirred by his fiery ones, and he’ll feel a sense of pride from her obvious feminine pleasure in sexual Submission. But he seeks an emotional experience somewhere above and beyond the actuality of passion. Since he’s not quite sure what it is himself, she may never guess his yearning, and they both could be aware only of a vague and nameless dissatisfaction.
She’s a warm and sensuous woman, yet it isn’t easy for her to express the emotions she feels so strongly. She can only show her love through the sense of touch. To her that should be enough, and silence is golden when she’s making love. But the Sagittarian idealist wants to analyze, then express, both physically and verbally, the miracle of fulfillment. He may feel he’s caressing the Sphinx, and she could decide she’s being loved by the actual legendary Centaur, half blazing with animal passion and half abstracted in thoughts which are beyond the horizon of reality.
An Archer is consumed with mental activity, and so seeks and needs the democratic freedom of companionship with men and women of every walk of Life, not unlike his Aquarian brother. He’s defiant of public opinion, uncompromising in his honesty, rather indifferent toward domestic life, and detached from his own parental family ties.
A Taurus woman is the opposite of all these things. A marriage between them, if their mutual Luminaries are in negative aspect, can be as full of both devotion and irritation as the union between Socrates and his wife, Xantippe, who dutifully created a warm and comfortable home for the philosopher, but who found him so frustratingly impossible to live with that she periodically emptied the household slop jar over his head. It may not quite come to that, but the Archer will be impatient with the Bull’s lack of enthusiastic reaction to his spontaneity, while she is driven to the edge of fury by his scattered dreams, procrastination and thoughtlessness. This is a man who whistles before breakfast, and this is a woman who is positive that means he’ll cry before supper. They translate Mother Goose somewhat differently.
Only if she’s willing to thaw her frozen silences when he needs her understanding—and only if he’s willing to curb his fiery temper when he can’t get his own way—can they find happiness together. And they should both remember this: Like the forces of Yin and Yang, false pride opposes true love.
Taurus Man and Sagittarius Woman
Again Tink replied, You silly ass.
Peter could not understand why… .
Like forcing a square peg into a round hole, trying to blend the Taurus tranquility with the Sagittarian exuberance gives the Bull and the female Archer the symbolic appearance of a ruptured Tinker Toy.
On the other hand (there’s always a Libran trying to get into each chapter of this book to start an argument), on the other hand, it’s not necessarily the greatest thing in the world to mate with a mirror image of yourself. It’s more fun to team up with someone who has crooked ears to balance out your twelve toes—or someone who has a soft heart to compensate for your hard head—things like that. Mix and match, and make up for what you lack with what the other person has in excess, and wants to give away, if only he or she can find someone who needs it—and who will take it. It develops character. Or something.
We may need an example. The two of them are walking along the street, window shopping. That is, she’s window shopping, he’s counting to ten, making a determined effort to control his growing annoyance.
|SAG:||Oh, WOW! That really rips it! Look at that string bikini! I’m going in and open up a charge account, so I can buy it right away, and wear it to the beach tomorrow to look sexy.|
|THE BULL:||Silence. Absolute, ominous silence. He can’t decide what bugs him the most—her lack of maidenly modesty, her hollering slang right out on the street, that caused everyone to stare curiously at them, or her extravagance in insisting on buying things when she doesn’t have the cash, and furthermore, has no idea when she will have it—which he suspects probably means that she’ll try to borrow it from him when the bill from the store arrives, and she’s still broke. (He’s right. She will.) And so, for the moment—silence from the Bull.|
|(or… to switch scenes)|
|SAG:||Honey, let’s get a St. Bernard to keep Lady Macbeth, our sheep dog, company, and name him Merlin. Wouldn’t that be a scream? Or maybe we could change Lady Macbeth’s name to Elizabeth, and name the St. Bernard Robert, after the Brownings. Do you think dogs understand poetry? I do. They certainly understand it better than you. You wouldn’t know Solzhenitsyn from Sasquatch. Do you think they would mate?|
|THE BULL:||Solzhenitsyn and Sasquatch?|
|SAG:||NO, stupid. The dogs. The sheep dog and the St. Bernard. How could a Russian poet mate with Sasquatch? You probably don’t even know that Sasquatch is the name of Bigfoot … the one they keep tracking in the High Sierras. Of course (she muses, thoughtfully) they don’t really know if Bigfoot is male or female, so I suppose they could, but… .|
|THE BULL:||Bigfoot. That’s you, baby. You’re always sticking your big foot in your big mouth. I’m going to call you Sasquatch from now on.|
|SAG:||Do you suppose the puppies would be retarded or something?|
|THE BULL:||Solzhenitsyn’s—or Sasquatch’s?|
|SAG:||Stop trying to be funny. Did I tell you I think our cat, May belle, is going to have a litter of kittens in a few weeks?|
|THE BULL:||Listen, Sasquatch. I am not a dog breeder. I am also not a cat midwife. Once and for all, get this through your marble head. I do not enjoy having furry little creatures climbing all over me in bed when I’m trying to sleep. This place is beginning to resemble the ASPCA Annex.|
|(or… to switch again)|
|SAG:||Why don’t you want me to march in the global warming protest parade? We only have twenty-five years left on this planet if somebody doesn’t do something right away. Do you want to destroy the ozone layer by cutting down all the trees? Deforestation occurs because of greedy farmers like you?|
|THE BULL:||I am not a greedy farmer. I have a small vegetable and herb garden. And I don’t care which Chinese Communist-inspired cause you march for on your own time, but I just got home from work, and I haven’t been fed. I’m hungry. Stifle yourself, and feed me.|
|SAG:||Say, do you think you own me? I’m not your slave. You act like you expect me to punch a time clock around here. Go out and get yourself some chicken fried rice tonight. I’m not cooking.|
|THE BULL:||YOU see? Now you’re even pushing Chinese food. You’re a sucker for Karl Marx.|
|SAG:||Listen, if you’re so jealous that you’ve decided to lie, and make up stories about me, don’t pick a German Nazi name like that. Who said I was seen talking to this Marx guy anyway? The only man I’ve spoken to all week is the intern at the blood bank, who …|
|THE BULL:||Shut up.|
|SAG:||What did you say?|
|THE BULL:||I said shut up.|
|SAG:||Well, I don’t have to take that. I’m leaving.|
|THE BULL:||(yawning) Where are you going? Your mother won’t take you in. You haven’t written or called her in five years.|
|SAG:||I have no intention of going home. That would be worse than living with you. I’m going to move in with my old boy friend, Kevin—that’s where I’m going.|
|THE BULL:||(no longer yawning, now alert and snorting) Over my dead body you will.|
|SAG:||It’s okay. Don’t get any nasty ideas, Lumpy. Kevin is married. His wife won’t mind. I’ll call them first.|
|THE BULL:||(now furious) What do you want to bet his wife will mind? WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BET? Or maybe you’re planning a ménage à trois. IS THAT IT?|
|SAG:||Stop shouting. Your face is red. I thought you didn’t approve of gambling. Now you want to make a bet with me over some smutty suspicion you have. See how changeable you are? I thought Taurus men were supposed to be steady and dependable. That’s the only reason I married you, because my astrologer told me you were steady and dependable. All astrologers ought to be arrested. What’s a ménage a trois? If you’re going to insult me, at least insult me with slurs I can understand. You know I don’t speak Russian.|
|THE BULL:||I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP! Come on Sasquatch, I’ll take you out to dinner, and maybe a play afterwards. It’s our wedding anniversary, but I don’t expect you to remember anything so trivial as that.|
|SAG:||Oh, Buttercup, Sweetheart! Really? Can we see Man of La Mancha? And can I call Kevin and his wife, and see if they’d like to go with us?|
It kind of goes like that, with variations. And don’t let the mix-up over Karl Marx influence you. If she has a Ph.D. in political science, and speaks several languages—which many female Archers do—she’ll be even more indignant. Sagittarians are just as fiery and self-righteous when they’re well informed as they are when they don’t know what they’re talking about. Since Sagittarius rules higher education, among other things, the chances are she will have a degree or two. Either way, she’ll find tons of topical and tangled issues of the day to analyze with her cool logic and brutal honesty. Then she’ll attempt to straighten them out with her Jupiter optimism. It makes breakfast with the morning newspaper a lively meal. Her scintillating discussions make up for burned toast and un-sectioned grapefruit (a degree in cooking she probably does not have).
Their political views will differ somewhat, to put it mildly. He thinks the Chicago Tribune is an underground newspaper and that Mitt Romney is secretly a flaming liberal for originally supporting a woman’s right to choose. She thinks Chris Dodd is secretly an uptight conservative for agreeing with Republicans to extend Bush-era tax cuts.
But the stalemate isn’t altogether hopeless. There’s an outside chance they both might agree on Rudy Giuliani and the revival of the Saturday Evening Post—for different reasons, of course.
The Sagittarian woman’s ebullient spirits help her snap back from most misfortunes like a rubber band. She looks on the bright side of things, and her sunny disposition makes the Bull smile indulgently at the idealism and naivete behind it. But she doesn’t recover as quickly from a broken heart as she does from smashed ambitions, a fractured dream, or a period of poverty. Unrequited love (meaning love she gives freely to a man who abuses her trust) gets her down, and sometimes keeps her there. But the gentle understanding of a patient Bull could heal her emotional scars and, at the same time, teach her that not all men are fickle phonies who break promises. It’s not uncommon for these two to fall in love while he’s playing Big Brother, and drying her tears over a broken affair. His dependability soothes her, and his steady faith in her calms her troubled soul. So she may decide this is the man she’s been shooting for and missing since she first aimed her bow and arrow toward the stars and reached for an impossible dream. He may be. Then again, he may not. If the Sun and Moon in their mutual charts are friendly, they can build a relationship which, although it will certainly never be dull, might be snug and satisfying. With a negative Luminary vibration between their horoscopes, they’ll need courage.
She is fond of argument. The Sagittarian woman enjoys crossing swords with a good antagonist. Because her swift flashes of logic give her a sharp insight, she’s a skillful debater, and painfully honest. The trouble is, a Taurus man is not fond of argument and debate—or even of overly long friendly discussions. She may then invite packs of assorted friends over to camp out, hang around, and keep her wits sharpened. But that will only make things worse. The Bull does not like to see his castle cluttered with noisy strangers, and it will take a good deal of emotional elasticity to ease the tight tensions.
The subjects on the double bill of many of their comic-tragedies will be his stubbornness—and her extravagance. As for how long the quarrels last, it depends on her awareness of his Venus-ruled nature. She’ll forget her own anger quickly. He can pout for days unless she knows the secret to his heart. With a Bull, one hard squeeze, and one gentle kiss, will tear down all his obstinate defenses.
That brings us to their sexual harmony. It could be an exciting meeting of Fire and Earth that gives them enough mutual pleasure to soften all their other differences. The initial physical attraction is strong. Her frank, wholesome approach to sex will incite the Bull to open up his heart to her, releasing emotions which may have been stifled within him for fear of rebuff. She’ll respond naturally to his affectionate gestures, and his air of tender protectiveness. He makes her feel totally loved, not just passionately desired. Yet she may fulfill his physical-emotional needs more completely than he fulfills hers.
The Sagittarian woman often clings to her phantom lover, the one who promised to carry her off into the clouds in her adolescent fantasies—so there may be times when the Taurus man will vaguely sense that she isn’t entirely consumed by abandoned passion during their intimacies. If he does, he should remain silent, and not start one of those Sagittarian arguments. She might zing out one of her truthful arrows at a crucial moment, and damage his Taurean masculinity permanently. The possibilities of this happening are too numerous and embarrassing to mention. Still, despite her daydreams or nightdreams, or whatever, she’s not likely to chase her phantom lover anywhere but in her restless mind. Not when she has a real live, warm, kind and cuddly Teddy Bear to take to bed with her. He’ll replace the stuffed one she used to sleep with when she was lonely and lost, and despairing of ever being really truly loved.
A Sagittarius woman is quick to reach out for love, if the hand she grabs and holds tightly also offers friendship. She’s impulsive, excited by mental qualities—and loyal, once she becomes sincerely attached. So is he. But he won’t eat egg fu yung in a restaurant forever. To the Bull, a woman’s place is in the home, with strong emphasis on the kitchen and the bedroom. If that’s where she’s happiest, and willing to spend a reasonable amount of time with him, their contentment could be lasting. If she’d rather be out tumbling with the clowns, well—Lumpy and Sasquatch will just have to find some sort of compromise. Real love can always find one.
If she calls him Buttercup (but PLEASE, not in front of others) he’ll call her Honey-cakes—if she tickles his oreille and scratches his head, he’ll grow ecstatic, docile and sweetly manageable. And if he stops telling her to shut up, and tries a little harder to understand her honesty, to take a genuine interest in her opinions and excitement, she might blunt her arrows a little—and maybe even cook some egg fu yung for him herself … at home, where she belongs.
|Ruled by Venus||Ruled by Saturn|
|Symbol: The Bull||Symbol: The Goat|
|Night Forces—Feminine||Night Forces—Feminine|