Pining For Reuben – Seduction, And Who’s Using Who?

This Pining Over Reuben series is meant to illustrate a Venus Neptune exchange from a variety of angles. For one thing, with Venus Neptune it is rarely clear who is using who.

As I mentioned in the original post, Reuben was a guitarist and the lead singer in a local band. He had a variety of women, girls really, as we were all very young. The girls made a point of dancing right in front of him; dancing for him as opposed to dancing with the man who had escorted them to the dance floor.

I watched all this, studying the effect of the catbird seat. I knew that anyone on stage was enhanced. I worked day bar and I enjoyed being on the stage by day but in the shadows at night. I was working a number of angles.

Venus Neptune is about seduction. The girls who danced in front of, Reuben did score. He typically chose one each evening, but he had an eye on me, sitting alone at the back of the room, as I knew he would.

I knew he would because when you’re in the catbird seat, most people treat you a certain way and it’s the anomaly that catches your attention. Reuben would look over the crowd in my direction, wondering why I wasn’t shaking my ass for his too. I deliberately created the a situation.

I did the same thing with the bartender in this place. There are only so many types that come into a bar and here again I made myself the anomaly. I was amused when he asked me various questions so he could categorize me, as I ordered my standard orange juice and soda water.

It was simply impossible to tell what the hell I was doing in this bar, showing up for the first set when the bar was half-empty, not drinking, not shaking my ass for, Reuben but clearly, clearly enjoying the music as I did enjoy the music! Venus Neptune *is* music.

I liked this confusion for a number of reasons. I was definitely studying. I have always wanted to learn everything I could and you have to admit this is interesting but it was also a great defense (Saturn Neptune) and distraction.

Heartbroken and confused in general around men after my (eventual) husband and I cracked up they way we did, I just didn’t want to get involved with anyone so this worked out for me. It was ideal, actually.

Reuben would come off the stage and dance with the girls who danced for him but he couldn’t approach me at the back of the room, even if he wanted to. Not without risking rejection that would not be good for his image.

Plain and simple, I used, Reuben. He was fodder for my fantasies and his actual personality never entered the equation.  Matter of fact, I actively and consciously filtered anything I didn’t like.

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