Dating Scorpio – Conversation

The man here has sun, Mercury, Venus and Saturn in Scorpio and an Aquarius moon and rising. These conversations were published with his permission. 

“So do you like the blog or what?” I ask. It was 2004.

“Hey. I’m just lying in the weeds,” he says.

~~~

A few days after we met, he told me he could only cook a few things. His specialty was chicken enchiladas.

A couple weeks later, I tell him I’m bringing him dinner.  I show up with a pan of chicken enchiladas.

“You’ve got balls,” he says. ‘You have some serious balls, Bean.”

I laugh, heartily.

~~~

“I have most the power in this relationship,” he says.

“Yep. I think you do,” I said.

He smiles. “I only have the power you give me.”

“Right.”

“But I do have the power in this relationship.”

“Uh huh.” I reach across him to grab his beer off the table, and take a swig.  “That’s right.”

I put the beer down, grinning.

~~~

I see him staring at me in that way.

“I see you’re probing again. Well, go ahead. Best re-scan. See if I’m real.  Better check the mothership for cracks. I don’t mind. I’m real and one of us better be in the land of reality, so check it out and let me know.  Am I a lying dog?“

He smiles and nods.

~~

“That’s what I was gonna do. I was just going to go on Match, line ‘em up and knock ‘em down. Then I met you and you fucked me up.”

 “Man plans and God laughs,” ::smirk::

~~

“Leave your window open tonight. I’m going to climb through it,” he says.

“Okay.”

*click.

~~~

The muffler on my truck comes loose on the way to his house.  As I drive past his house, to make a u-turn, so I can park on the right side of the street, it drops down and drags on the pavement. Crap!

I knock.

“Er… Problem, man. My muffler…”

Next thing I know, he’s dragging a floor jack over the terrain… Jacks up my truck, crawls underneath.

I sit on the sidewalk and watch him kicking the muffler to get it loose.  “Does it cost more or less, if I watch?”

“Less, if you keep me company.”

He bangs. He kicks. He swears a little. He looks over at me. “This getting you hot?”

“Uh huh.”

We both chuckle.

I’m driving around with a muffler and a pipe in the back of my truck now. There are four bolts in my purse too, so things are going especially good.