Horoscopes

It wasn't until I met my S.O. that I became the most interested in zodiacs. Up until then, I was sure that the only man for me was an Aquarius because I fell in love with one in the past; the most in love I think I've ever been. The last time we spent together, I wasn't aware that it was the last time. I thought that we would be spending forever together but it turned out that wasn't the case. Lets just say he didn't have my best interest at heart.

I was absolutely frustrated with love. I became discouraged and obsessed with improving my fitness and well-being. This was mostly to keep myself distracted from the fact that I had lost someone extremely close to my heart and that I didn't want to or know how to let them go.

At a Halloween party, one cold night, I met an interesting fellow who for some reason was set on getting to know me. This may be cliché, but all of my friends can testify to this fact: I always ask strangers what their sign is within the first five minutes of our meeting. Yes, I'm utterly obsessed.

Anyway, this man whose costume I do not remember — yes, I know, self-centred little Gemini she is, eh? — ended up being a Capricorn. Though I assured him that there was no way in the history of love and happiness and zodiacs that a split-personality, cheeky child and a brutally honest, work-hard-play-never guy could last without, well, imploding... he still insisted on taking me out.

So, I agreed to go out with him. I knew we weren't going to work. He wasn't bad; we just weren't compatible! We saw each other for a couple of months, but there was nothing romantic about our relationship, now that I look back on it.

Then I got this crazy idea. I was swiping away one day and thought: Am I doing this wrong? Should I just ask for what I want? Should I stop considering men with signs that I have already deemed incompatible? I did it. I posted "Looking for an Aquarius" as my bio on Tinder. Yes. Tinder. IT WAS LIKE I WAS LOOKING FOR A COUCH FOR OUR STUDENT HOUSE.

My hope was that no one who wasn't an Aquarius would message me. I was actually kind of annoyed when I saw the message from my now-S.O. saying, "I'm a Sagittarius, are you still down to talk?" It was so funny; I immediately checked Sag and Gem compatibility: 92 percent overall.

If I'm going to believe in the zodiac, I'm going to believe in the goddamn zodiac. My compatibility with Aquarius is 85 percent; not bad, but it's not 92 percent. I had to give him a chance. So, despite the fact that I was meeting him off Tinder and basing my compatibility on a website, I liked that I had something to believe in.

You can probably predict this one. We instantly connected and I'd like to say I fell in love within a week, but we were getting baked pretty often, and that can make you... well... feel things a little more. Seriously, though, the feeling was so undeniable that I later wrote a note to self in my journal to not fuck this up (I'm just quoting myself).

Sometimes, we are desperate for an answer, a soulmate, a reason. I wanted all so badly. I want to share my life with someone and love them forever unconditionally. He's become my soulmate and whether or not it has anything to do with our birthdays doesn't make me any less grateful for his love. Of course, this adds to my faith in horoscopes, but it adds to my faith in love. I found an interest in zodiacs and I'm so happy with the passion I've developed for learning more about the sun signs.