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THE ASTROMATES...Part Eight. THE ASTROMATES... Part Eight. THE GEMINI EXPERIENCE Alex listened to my tale of woe without expressing any emotion. "Not even a pair of bleeding Marigolds, I tell you. My hands were red raw after all that washing-up." "I’m sure you’re making a meal of it." said Alex, still inscrutable. "Very funny, mate. Bravo!" I cried. It was alright for him, he hadn’t been put through such an embarrassing ordeal, especially when one had a snotty-nosed little waiter inspecting each plate, knife, fork and spoon, pointing out the tiniest of grease spots after the hot water immersion. "I did warn you the female Taurean could be a funny old cow, didn’t I?" "No you didn’t, Alex." I back-answered. Alex spread out his hands, an apologetic gesture. "But I could not have possibly known that Carol was going to use you to get back at her ex-old man, could I?" I agreed with that. Talking works away anger and I had talked myself out. Sensing it, Alex came round to pat me on the shoulder. "Let’s put it all in the past and reach for future good luck, shall we?" he said. Reluctantly, I agreed. It was hard being angry with someone like Alex; after all, it wasn’t his fault. "Well, tell me about this Gemini bird you’ve got lined up. What’s her name?" "Patience, Patience, my young comrade." said Alex, seating himself and, placing fingers to his lips, said… "There’s an old Russian saying my Grandmother once taught me. It goes… ‘A busy woman is a happy woman.’ A wise old bat was Granny." "I don’t think all the women in the world would agree with you there." I said with some vigour. "Anyway, how can a busy woman be a happy woman? I always thought women were happiest when laying on their backs, inspecting ceilings and enjoying life." "That’s a bloody unhealthy attitude to have, old chap." replied Alex. "What is meant by the saying is, if a woman has time to waste, she gets to thinking and thinking is not far from marital pain and discord." Now if you’re like me, you would be walking round in circles of disturbed thinking. I mean, does Alex make sense to you? Well he certainly didn’t make any sense to me and I told him so. "Listen, my old friend," Alex began explaining. "Give a woman time to think and she gets to thinking about her man and what he gets up to, get my drift?" "Nope." I answered truthfully. Alex sighed, then began again… "A woman who has time to think will start asking questions, questions like… ‘Where were you last night? You didn’t get in till two o’clock’… And… ‘Why have you started putting on after-shave before you go to work, you never used to even have a bleeding bath before’… And… ‘That Jane next door has started wearing a Mini-skirt, have you noticed?’… You see, old chum, you have to understand the workings of a woman’s mind. If a woman isn’t kept busy with life's little chores, she begins to have time to think and thinking leads to unhappiness." I suppose there has to be some kind of male logic to that. I gave a grudging nod. "But what has all that got to do with the Gemini female?" I asked. “Your Gemini female is an Air-Sign, ruled by Mercury, as you know. This means she has a mind which can play many devious tricks, if she’s a mind to. The trick with this lady is to keep her mentally tied up, mentally busy." Alex had this habit of causing me confusion. There were times when he left me miles behind. "What are you on about?" I asked. "I’ll tell you what I’m on about, Matey. I’m on about one of the most complex characters you are bound to meet." He could be a spooky sod. "Why?" I asked, feeling that old sense of apprehension tingling my spine. "Is she a little bit touched, a schizo?" "Far from it." answered Alex. "Your average Gemini girl does like to play guessing games. She can play with a man’s mind until he doesn’t know what way to turn." Saying that, Alex went to the filing cabinet and withdrew a picture. Putting it down on the desk, he said… "Do you know, a typical Gemini lady can read a newspaper, fill in the crossword, and watch a programme on the ‘Tele’ while holding a telephone conversation all at the same time?" I shook my head in disbelief. Even that bit of information had my head spinning. I mean, I had trouble concentrating on one line of a book at a time. Alex picked up the picture and turned it round for me to see. It was a photocopy of an old coin, showing the heads of twins facing in opposite directions. "Janus." said Alex, simply. "An early Roman God which we might, for good reason, call Gemini." I gazed at the picture, somewhat puzzled and waited for an explanation. "Gemini is known as ‘The Twins’. And while it’s said that that two heads are better than one, the truth here is that the Gemini mind is a constant battle of wills, a sort of love-hate relationship between the two minds which culminates in a very contradictory mind indeed." What on earth was this madman on about? I only know what I thought about this female. "So, you’re asking me to go out with Hannibal Lectures’ sister?" I asked, rising from my chair. Alex came quickly round to stand behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders to set me down in my seat. "She’s nothing of the sort, dear boy." he said gently, setting my mind at ease. "The Gemini lady likes to laugh." he carried on, moving round to face me again. "She’s a youthful creature, young-minded. She likes to stay young, to enjoy herself." This, at least, cheered me up no end. At last, a young bird who likes a good laugh and lots of fun, oh, jolly, jolly Jollybags! But that little spoiler of caution still tweaked at my brain, it whispered… ‘Let’s not get carried away, pal’. I spooked. "But mind games, you said she plays mind games!" I cried defensively. I had to face the fact; my mind could only stay constant when dwelling on sexual activities. I couldn’t face any woman who wanted to play with my brain! Alex waved a calming hand. "Remember what I said, old chap. I told you Gemini is an Air-Sign, she likes to communicate, air her views, even if they are a bit gossipy at times. Gemini ladies are sheer good fun, even if they are a little bit loopy." "But mind games…" I began in a weak voice. Alex tutted. "Your Gemini is not a malicious schemer, you silly boy. She doesn’t have time for long drawn-out games or dull and boring schemes. She’ll keep on the move, never letting the air grow stale." "So why the mind scenario then?" I asked. "The Gemini is very hard to pin down. Anyone married to one of these ladies will tell you they never know what to expect next, they are so changeable, contradictory." I looked down at the picture of Janus. In a strange way it all began to make sense to me. "So what you’re saying to me is the Gemini will always be in two minds." Alex nodded. "But when it comes down to having a good time, you’ll find the two minds think alike." That would do for me! The more I heard, the more I liked the idea of sleeping with ‘Twins’. I wondered if this Gemini lady would be in two minds about sleeping with me and, if she did, would I get second helpings! "Normally you can spot a Gemini a mile away." said Alex, breaking into my thoughts. "They have eyes like sparrows, twinkling and darting all over the place, missing nothing." My thoughts went back to sexual fantasy. So she was easy to make laugh, ready for fun. Crikey! I could feel those ‘Jollybags’ wriggling about inside my jacket pocket, desperate to escape. "So what’s the difference between the male and female Gemini?" I asked, trying to get my mind back on track. "Oh, you mean like the ‘Ram’ and ‘Lamb’ with Aries and the ‘Bull-Cow’ combination with Taurus? Well, there’s obviously no animal significance. One has to look at the mental application. It’s more than likely the female is more direct in her approach and will say what comes into her head. The male, meanwhile, tends to keep things under wraps, maybe not so much the news-gatherer." "D’you mean to say the female of the species can’t keep a secret?" I egged. "Did I say that?" Alex refused to be drawn into confirmation, shrugging his shoulders and gesturing in the French manner. "That’s up to the individual." he said at length. "But what I can confirm is the Gemini, being an Air-Sign, acts on what is ‘Thought’ rather than ‘Felt’. If you listen carefully to the lady when she talks, you’ll often hear her say… "I ‘Think’ this is so. She’ll never say… "I ‘Feel’ this to be such-and-such. That’s because feelings belong to the Water-Signs." Nope, Alex had me beat again, spinning off on his own and losing me within the conversation. In many respects, I was quite happy to be blessed with such ignorance; it saved my brain from having too much to do. "Go on." I said airily. "All I can tell you is your next date will be a female Peter Pan, always following her shadow." He withdrew the familiar folder from the desk drawer and opened it up. "Her name is Debbie Hawkins. She’s forty-five. Divorced with two , one of each, although both have left home now…" "Whoa, Alex". I stopped him in mid-sentence. "Just stop where you are and roll back a bit. Well, start from the Debbie bit and get on to the age of this woman." I cupped my hand to my ear as if deaf. "For a minute there, I thought you said forty-five years old!" "That’s what I said." replied Alex quite willing to carry on. "Now just a bleeding minute, Matey. I know I’m hard up, but you can’t seriously expect me to go out with a wrinkly, can you?" "Wrinkly? Wrinkly, old chap?" said Alex as if in shock. "This lady is only ten years older than you. She more than likely knows the same songs as you. She can more than likely walk without the aid of a Zimmer-frame!" "But she’s old." I insisted Alex fixed me with a baleful eye. "When’s the last time you were hard up?" he enquired. I got the drift of his pun and admitted some length of time. "Did I tell you the Gemini female looks and acts well beyond her years? Just look at the good points, my friend. A lonely woman. No old man to worry about. No to spoil the fun and, to top it all, both of you can act like a couple of , with her doing all the talking." Alex had this way about him, a way of filling you with total enthusiasm for the job in hand. I became enthused, even animated at the prospect. "There’s many a good tune played on an old fiddle." I quoted, my mind stretching to bedroom scenes. "And the drum-skin might be a bit slack but it still takes a mighty big stick to beat it!" said Alex off the top of his head. "What are you on about? You should quit while you’re ahead." I said. "So you’re game then?" I assured him I was and demanded the meeting arrangements. "You’re not going to like this." said Alex, not looking me in the eye, which caused the nervous system to jangle. He carried on… "I’ve spoken to Debbie on the phone and she wants to meet you outside McDonalds in the High Street at half-seven on Sunday night." "McDonalds? That’s where the go." I bleated. Alex hushed me up. "I told you she was young-minded. I don’t expect you’ll be spending the whole evening there, will you?" "I bleeding hope not." I replied. "Just a word of caution, old chap. This girl has a good knowledge of Astrology so it’s best to let her think you’re somewhat ignorant of the art. She’ll be glad to give you her insights. Just let her talk. As I said earlier; while the Gemini lady is talking, her mind is busy. And a busy woman is a…?" "Happy woman." I finished. |
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I don't have a bloody clue what Alex is on about either, poor Richard how the hell is he expected to keep up with all that stuff lol. On the positive side Debbie could be a little cracker, I sure hope so  
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Hey Ron, part nine seems to have gone missing. It was here earlier, but alas no more 
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