For old times’ sake, I’m taking this post in the direction of dating. Remember when I started this blog and I’d fill you in on just about every guy I met? Yeah, me too. That was fun. If you’ll recall this post, I mentioned a new dude and wrote that I wasn’t ready to dish the details because doing so in the past had not yielded great results for me. I also teased that you’d hear about him eventually, so here ya go.
In the past month or two, I’ve spent some time with this guy who looks like he shares a substantial amount of DNA with Hugh Jackman (to be clear, my Greatest Showman obsession came first). He is a very calm, put-together, open-minded guy who’s in a slightly fresher post-relationship phase than me. As such, our getting to know each other is happening without haste or infatuation-based momentum, and this break pumping definitely doesn’t come naturally to me. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking, as I do, about accepting the space and momentum controlled settings of our getting to know each other. My gut reaction is to assert that this isn’t how I work and that I’m better off pursuing other people. Then I check myself and reconsider.
My natural tendencies to gush and assert my quirks unapologetically have not gotten me far. I’m definitely not suggesting anyone try to be a different person to attract a partner, but I am saying that maybe I don’t need to relay every single thought or emotion I have to the person I’m having them about. As I’ve had the time to sit with these feelings, it seems that establishing a relationship in which I unload all of me prematurely gives too much of myself away. Not in a “I should be a mysterious damsel” way, but in a “maybe that’s how unhealthy relationships or co-dependence begin” type of way. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I do NOT want either of those things… so I’m consciously trying to avoid that habit. So far, the results are encouraging.
I like this Hugh Jackman doppelgänger, and he likes me. We’re respecting each other’s individuality and figuring the other out in small, un-obligatory, and zen doses. Does writing about him up the ante a bit? Yes, but as I mentioned before, I’m not suggesting we stop being who we are for the sake of affection. There’s a balance, and I’m going to find it.
Wish me luck as I continue this uncharted path towards a connection with a person who is calming rather than inflammatory. It definitely helps that he’s a water sign and not the fire that draws me in like a stupid, stupid moth mesmerized by the energy of light (sorry moths).
For the sake of your astrological lessons, know that today is the first full day of Virgo season (an earth sign that I’m a big fan of). Virgos are often referred to as the most careful sign of the zodiac, and while deeply tender, they tend to have a very methodical approach to life. Virgos also fall prey to being misunderstood– something that Scorpios, like myself, have an easy time empathizing with. Moreover, after Virgo season, we’ll move into Libra, Scorpio, and then Sagittarius– my moon, sun, and rising signs.
This is Happy Morgan’s favorite time of the year, and the excitement is real.
So, happy Virgo season to you and yours. Take advantage of this sign’s capacity to address old problems in new ways… and I’ll practice what I preach in my foreign dating territory.
Up and up.