I am about 28 years old in this story. I was dating ’round the zodiac at the time.
He was a Gemini with a Leo rising and an Aries Moon. We were another match made in hell but he had Mars in Leo conjunct my Venus which makes for a sexual phenomena. Due this we both hung in longer than we would have otherwise. When I heard, “Get it while you can”, and I it seriously.
One of the things about dating a Gemini is they look around a lot on a date. This is while you’re talking, I mean.
Don’t be confused: they’re looking for someone more interesting than you and you shouldn’t take it personally because it has nothing to do with you. Even if you are the most interesting person on the planet, they’ll still need to check every minute to make sure. It’s your job not to smack them or get emotional about this, sheesh.
That’s not what did us in though. It was superficiality vs depth.
Gemini lives on the surface, very much like a butterfly flitting and this is how it should be. Should a butterfly only flap their wings half as often? Of course not.
We were sitting in a bar talking to three people sitting next to us. Chit chit chat. If you date a Gemini, get used to this. They’ll strike up conversations with everyone because very frankly their attention is split and it’s hard for them to focus on just YOU. In fact it’s impossible.
Anyway, he was in the middle between me and this trio, who I was waaay more interesting than. A few stools down there were 3 or 4 rugby players who were clearly not from the neighborhood, speaking a language I didn’t recognize. One of the people we were talking to asked, “I wonder where they’re from.”
My date answered, “They’re from Xxxxxxxx”
“How do you know?” I asked, imagining he recognized the dialect.
“I know them.”
“Huh? You don’t know them.”
“Yes I do. Their names are X, and Y and Z and they’re here from Xxxxxxxxx to play a Rugby match”
“How the hell do you know that?” I asked.
“I know them.”
“How do you know them?”
“I met them.”
“How did you meet them?”
“I was curious and so I told them my name and asked them theirs.”
“When I was at the urinal.”
“Oh please no…”
I was dyin’. My date was meeting and greeting in the toilet. I was mortified but that was just the beginning. This led to an hour-long debate about whether he actually KNEW them or not. Like this:
“I know them.”
“No you don’t. You don’t know the first thing about them.”
“I know their names so I know them.”
“No you don’t. Which one of them is married? Do they have any kids? You don’t know anything about them.”
“Yes I do. You don’t have to know every single thing about someone to know them, Elsa. I know their names. I know where they are from. I know what they’re doing here, so I know them.”
And so on and on and on.
We went home and never saw each other again. No sex is worth this, and on that we agreed.
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