I really wish my horoscope would alert me when I am supposed to have a good day. It is now 11:47pm on the day my alleged horoscope says the following.
Quickie: Don't be surprised if you're surrounded by admirers today. Your charms are magnetic. Overview: Your flirt-o-meter is hitting 11, and you're everybody's favorite. Get out there and mix, and bask in all the attention. Singletons should have their digits ready, while the coupled up should let 'em down easy. Daily extended (by Astrology.com): Seriously, how cute are you? Whatever you're doing these days is working -- you've got the look, and how. People can't help but notice when you're in the immediate vicinity. So go ahead and work that magic of yours to its fullest extent -- especially when it comes to you-know-who. Like a powerful magnet, all you have to do is point yourself in the right direction, and all the right elements will come calling.
Now had I known this I would have worn my flirt underwear (yes I own a pair for underwear that say flirt across the front - Honkey Cracker would have seen them because my zipper was open one night when hanging out with him and he didn't tell me. Actually no one flirted with me that night so they must not work very well anyway.) If I was wearing them and knew today was my day I would have tried harder to pickup the bartender at Niagara. I would not have worn a shirt that smells like it is sour and I might have taken the time to fix myself up proper in case my future husband would enter my life.
But none of that happened. I wore baggy old cloths and dried my hair for the first time in 2 weeks. Minimal makeup and no real thought was brought to my outfit as my room in like 20 degrees hotter that outside I never know how to dress now. I sort of chair danced with my co-workers to retro 80's music and had another co-worker run his fingers though my hair (I really think both of them wear drunk). BTW both of these co-workers are married ... Um yeah so I guess my charms didn't work so well ... oh but there was that guy that came to fix our canon color copier. My boss asked me if I was sweet on him because I told him I would see him in 3 months and he said "no you should call me in 2". eeeeewwwww he is the color copier guy - so NOT my type but he was wearing sweet smelling cologne which for some reason drives me wild. I guess it's one of those days my body signals are all in a funk and pinging everything in sight.
I went out to dinner with Tricia and had 5 saketinis' and one beer. I never really talked to anyone tonight, well except the waitresses and the bartender. I really couldn't try out my mad flirt skills today (maybe if I knew again I might have prepared myself). I'm home now a little drunk still listening to the radio 80's channel on iTunes thinking maybe tomorrow I can use my skills for good and not evil - look out single men I might just be wearing my flirt underwear (ok we know that really doesn't work anyway so never mind). I might just go get drunk again - this time on pomegranate martinis.
p.s. I really don't believe this astrology shit I just think it's funny, but then again if you are a Sagittarius and single call me!
