"Four o'clock!" Adela whispered as she leaned in next to me. She directed me to look at the time on my computer. Both our computers said it was four o'clock.
"File room?" she said with a conspiratorial tone as she took off her headset and arose from the cubicle next to me. I weighed the pros and cons for approximately half a second before I joined her.
Aries women can be a puzzle. They can be as sweet and feminine as women of any other sign, but often it comes in unexpected packaging: The Warrior Woman. Men can be confused by this on some instinctive level.
I had met Adela at work. She was a short woman: small yet solidly built, with a feisty aura to her. On the one hand, she projected an air of "no man can keep up with me." On the other hand, there was something intriguing about her. I had not met many women from Venezuela, but based on personal experience there seems to be some kind of unique sexiness in the water there. That or perhaps some gene had migrated to the New World from Spain in the 1600s specifically designed to encourage lascivious male imaginings. Whatever that quality was, she had it. Her eyes sparkled like near-black gems above exquisite cheekbones.
Though Adela had a tendency to always be a little more casual in dress and demeanor than the other employees, there was always the slightest touch present to remind the world of the very womanly presence beneath. Usually, it was a scoop-neck t-shirt, with a little gold cross on a necklace bouncing at just the right length, as if to say "I'm a good girl ... and, oh look, cleavage!"
Adela was hot, and she knew it, yet none of the other men at work seemed to be willing to approach her with her fierce air of strength and independence. Knowing astrology, I had an advantage: both in terms of decoding her, and finding the entrance, so to speak. I had pegged her for a Fire Sign, and wasn't disappointed. Not only was she an Aries, she had Moon in Leo and Sagittarius rising... strong and independent, and not afraid to announce it to the world. Having experienced her fair share of hurt in the past, her persona had become a blazing defensive wall against letting anyone in.
Personally, I'm not an Aries. But I love a challenge.
I had casually mentioned to her once on a coffee break how much fun it might be to grab someone and go fool around in the file room, provided one had a convincing excuse to sneak away from one's phone for a few minutes. She was intrigued by the idea.
"But of course," I said, "you'd have to be pretty brave to try and pull something like that off."
Venus in Aries is headstrong and impulsive. Opposite Libra (one of the signs Venus rules) it is considered to be "debilitated." It's too easy to assume that someone with Venus in Aries has a problem with their love life. The truth is, we all do at one point or another. Those with Venus in Aries are simply more brash and adventuresome about it than most. And they enjoy a challenge.
After work, as she dropped me off at my place, I reached for the handle to get out. And then she said the magic words.
"I don't normally do this, but..."
She invited herself in. She stayed three hours, during which time there was very little conversation. That, of course, was all her idea too.