Okay, so, the “sagittarius man sag woman” thing. I’ve been there, done that, got the t-shirt (and maybe a few therapy bills). Let me tell you, it’s a wild ride. Buckle up, buttercups, ’cause here’s how it all went down for me.
It all started, like most things these days, with a swipe right. I saw his picture – all smiles and adventurous vibes – and thought, “Why not?”. He was a Sagittarius, I was a Sagittarius…it felt, I don’t know, fated? Yeah, let’s go with fated.
The Initial Explosion
Phase one: pure, unadulterated FUN. Seriously, it was like two fireworks going off at the same time. We were both itching to try everything, go everywhere, and talk about, well, everything. We:
- Booked a spontaneous weekend trip to some random town we’d never heard of. Just threw a dart at a map, basically.
- Stayed up all night talking about our dreams, our fears, our favorite conspiracy theories (don’t judge).
- Went to that weird interactive art exhibit everyone was talking about and actually got it (or at least pretended to).
It was exhilarating! We were constantly pushing each other out of our comfort zones, feeding off each other’s energy. I felt like I could do anything, be anyone, with him by my side. It was like that feeling when you’re a kid and you’re convinced you can fly… right before you jump off the couch and faceplant.
The Slow Fizzle
Phase two: the “Uh Oh” phase. See, the thing about two fireworks is that they burn bright, but they also burn fast. And when you’ve got two people who are both fiercely independent, crave freedom, and have the attention span of a goldfish…well, things get tricky.
We started to clash. Little things at first. Like, he’d forget to text back for hours (days?) because he was off “finding himself” in a pottery class or something. And I’d get annoyed because, hello, communication? But then I’d do the same thing the next week, disappearing on a solo hiking trip without telling him.
The deep conversations turned into surface-level chats. The spontaneous trips became less frequent. We were still having fun, sure, but it felt…different. Less intense, less connected. More like two ships passing in the night, waving enthusiastically but never actually docking.
The Crash Landing (or, the Amicable Parting of Ways)
Phase three: the realization. We finally had “the talk.” You know the one. The one where you both acknowledge that the initial spark has faded, and you’re both kind of…relieved?
It was Surprisingly okay. I found we both admitted that we’d gotten caught up in the excitement of it all, the mirroring of each other’s personalities. But we also realized that we weren’t really building anything together. We were just bouncing off each other, creating temporary bursts of light but no lasting warmth.
So, we decided to go our separate ways. No drama, no hard feelings. Just a mutual understanding that we were better off as friends, as fellow adventurers exploring the world on our own terms.
My Sagittarius-Sagittarius experiment? It was a blast, a learning experience, and ultimately, a reminder that sometimes, the best connections are the ones that let you fly solo, even if you occasionally cross paths and share a laugh along the way.
And sometimes, the best match is one who is different with you.
