"How old are you?"
Didn't anyone teach him that it wasn't appropriate to ask a woman her age? "I'm twenty-three. You?"
"Twenty-six."
He looked about that old. "When's your birthday?"
"Why?" He scrunched his eyebrows.
"I'm just curious. Maybe our signs are compatible."
"Signs?" He was confused.
"Astrological signs."
"Oh, my birthday's December 29th."
"You're a Capricorn. Interesting."
"What does it mean?" He sounded interested.
I paused, thinking for a bit, "It means you're practical, ambitious, that sort of thing."
He smiled brightly. "That's not bad at all."
"You're also pessimistic, detached, and self-centered."
His smile dropped. "Thanks for letting me know."
"No problem."
"When's your birthday?"
"November 1st. I'm a Scorpio," I replied.
He gave me a shy look. "Does that mean we're compatible?" he asked.
Through a grin, I said, "Very much so."
