When my boyfriend and I first started dating, we spent one night eating pizza and asking questions about each other’s families. At one point, he mentioned his brother’s upcoming wedding would fall on the same weekend as his birthday, in late October. I nearly choked on a piece of pepperoni.

“Are you a Scorpio?” I asked. He continued chewing, blissfully unaware of the existential crisis I was currently enduring, and shook his head.

I cannot describe the relief that washed over me in that moment. As a Leo – and an astrology enthusiast – I have nothing against Scorpios, but I have oft been warned (and warned others) against the endurance of a lion/scorpion pairing. Read more