Mercy, Mercy, Mercy
“Don’t want to give into you so easily / But I can’t even fight it; you make me so weak / and I can’t understand what you’re doing to me / but I like it / I like it.” – Cassie, “Must Be Love”
I think I may have mentioned, in passing, my penchant for Sagittarians. I don’t love the fact that I’m so into them. In fact, everything about the pairing of a Pisces and Sagittarius spells disaster.
“The attraction is undeniable and the potential seems amazing at first. Some basic differences, if not settled in time, can lead to disastrous results, even though the chemistry between the two is great.”
Yet, through my entire life I’ve been surrounded by them. Not casually. Actively. Dating them. Loving them. Maintaining life long friendships. Let’s run down the list, shall we?
Sistagirlfriend? Sag. B Rocka’s Momma? Sag. SPECial Little Brother? Sag. My oldest godchild, High School Sweetheart, Ken/Voldy? Sag, Sag, Sag! Hell, even the Womanizer, who is technically a Scorpio, falls on the cusp of the Sagittarius/Scorpio line. It is clear that I’m attracted to Sagattarians in the same manner that I’m attracted basketball players. Which just isn’t good. I think I need rehab.
Now, let’s take female Sagittarians out of the equation because as long as we don’t live together, I don’t have beef. B Rocka’s Momma and I have been friends for 10 years (Jebus, 10 years! We’re old!). And Sistergirlfriend is just that a sister/girlfriend. She even asked me to be a godmother of her child. So – I don’t have anTy beef at all with the ladies.
And actually, I don’t have any beef with the fellas. That’s the problem. See, the thing about a Pisces/Sagittarius hook up is that the chemistry is there. Like if you add water to an oil fire, the fire spreads. And that is not unlike the initial chemistry between a Pisces (water) and a Sagittarius (fire). It ignites and spreads like wildfire, fast and furious. And I like that. The intensity. The chemistry. The flirting. The deep eye contact. I live for that. And, even though things can get spicy at times, it’s OK because it’s all in good fun. Usually. At first.
In fact, I’m finding myself secretly crushing on a particular Sagittarius these days. And, frankly I don’t want to be. Let’s ignore his hard headed nature for one moment (because that’s not really the reason that I don’t want him as the object of my affection) and focus on the facts. He is smart, funny, and attractive; plus he has a college degree, a good job and no kids. I know what you’re thinking. “But Barbie, why wouldn’t you be attracted to a guy like this?”
Because he’s a Sagittarius and we know how the story goes.
It doesn’t work. Eventually the water puts the fire out. Or the fire spreads much further and faster to escape the water. Black Tuesday anyone?
So, I find myself spending time trying to force myself not to like him.
Except – it’s not exactly working. It hasn’t worked for months. Even with distractions (Chef, Forrester) I’m not successful.
And like Forrest Gump, “that’s all I got to say about that.”
“I don’t know what this is / Cause you got me good / Just like you knew you would / I don’t know what you do / but you do it well / I’m under your spell.” – Duffy, “Mercy”
Signed,
He’s Got Me Beggin’ for Mercy Barbie
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