Alright folks, buckle up. Woke up this morning, usual drill – kettle on, coffee brewing, scrolling through my feed. That headline about Aries love horoscopes practically jumped off the screen. “What’s in the stars?” Yeah, tell me about it. Been flying solo for a bit, figured why not peek at the cosmic gossip column for kicks.
Grabbed my steaming mug, plopped down at the old kitchen table – sticky note from yesterday’s grocery list still stuck to the corner. Opened the app, thumbed straight to the daily horoscope section. Gotta find Aries, obviously. Scrolled past Taurus, Gemini… there it was. Bold letters: Aries Singles. My eyebrow did that skeptical twitch thing.
Started reading aloud to myself, voice probably sounding kinda raspy. “Blah blah, Mars energy today… sparks flying…” Sipped my coffee. Then it hit the bold part: “Unexpected encounters hold potential.” Snorted. “Potential for what? Tripping over my own feet at the supermarket?”
But hey, the stars said “keep an open mind,” so I shrugged. “Fine,” I mumbled into my mug. “Open mind engaged, universe. Make it quick though, got plumbing issues.” Honestly, the more I read about “fiery conversations” being likely, the more I pictured myself arguing with the leaking tap.
Went about my boring Tuesday. Bank run, picked up some weirdly shaped pasta at the store (“be spontaneous,” the horoscope whispered unhelpfully in my head). On the way back, ducked into the little corner cafe for a refill. That’s when it happened.
Reaching for the door at the exact same time as someone else. Nearly spilled my lukewarm coffee all over this guy. We both jumped back, apologized over each other, the usual awkward ballet. Made eye contact. Quick smile exchanged. Then the guy actually paused instead of just rushing off. Made a stupid joke about the door needing a traffic light. Laughed. Ended up grabbing coffees at the counter while we waited.
Just casual chat, right? About the terrible coffee art attempts on display, the insane cost of oat milk these days. Easy. Funny. But definitely… unexpected. Like the freaking horoscope said.
Got home later, phone buzzing. Friend texted: “Get abducted by aliens? Where ya at?” Typed back fast: “Nope. Just verifying celestial nonsense. Chatting up an unsuspecting soul per the day’s star memo. Casual coffee. Zero promises.” Hit send.
Plopped onto my sofa, staring at the ceiling. Okay, universe. Point taken. Was it destiny written in the stars? Probably not. Was it a nice, completely random, slightly sparky interaction on an otherwise dull Tuesday that lined up weirdly with that horoscope? Yeah. Yeah, it absolutely was. Still single. But gotta admit, that one line in the fine print of my existential crisis? Nailed it. For today, anyway. Let’s see what tomorrow’s cosmic memo says. Probably something about fixing leaks.
