So y’know how people always say two Aries together is like lighting dynamite? Yeah, my dumb self decided I had to try it for the long haul. Thought it’d be passionate fireworks forever. Spoiler: The fuse burns out quicker than cheap dollar store sparklers.
The “Oh This Is Gonna Be Fun” Phase
Met him at this rooftop bar thing. Instant spark? More like a damn lightning strike. We talked over each other for two hours straight, both trying to “win” the conversation about whose travel story was wilder. Ended up splitting the check after a minor argument about who paid faster. Felt electric. We both left grinning like idiots. Texted non-stop for days – aggressive flirting, lots of CAPS LOCK and exclamation points!!! Planned three dates for the same weekend because why pace yourself?
First month was pure, undiluted adrenaline. Every conversation was a debate we both desperately needed to win. Deciding where to eat? A battle royale. He’d push for spicy Thai, I’d demand loaded pizza. Usually ended up ordering both and stuffing ourselves silly. Spontaneous road trips at 2 AM because we both suddenly wanted pancakes from that diner 50 miles away. Zero boredom. Maximum intensity.
The “Wait, Who’s Running This Show?” Phase
About six months in, the shine started wearing off like cheap nail polish.
- The Domination Duet: Suddenly, planning anything felt like negotiating world peace. Vacation? He wanted mountains and hiking, I NEEDED beach and margaritas. Compromise? Neither of us knew the meaning of the damn word. Ended up booking two separate trips one time. Seriously.
- Temper Tempests: Both of us got that Aries fire. Minor annoyance? BOOM. Argument. Over anything. Why he left the toilet seat up. Why I forgot to buy his favorite beer. Sparks turned into full-on kitchen fireworks (yes, a plate may have met its demise against a wall once. Okay, twice.) Needed like, an hour-long cooldown period after every blow-up.
- Attention Battles: If one of us had a win – promotion, hobby triumph – the other couldn’t just be happy. Had to immediately one-up it. My big presentation success was instantly overshadowed by his marathon time. Felt less like support, more like a competition neither of us signed up for but both desperately wanted to win.
The “Are We Still Having Fun? Honestly?” Long Haul
Made it past a year somehow. Gritted teeth and all that.
- The Stubborn Standoff: Admitting fault? Ha! Like pulling teeth from a lion. Apologies sounded like “Fine, whatever, sorry you got upset.” Trying to solve an actual problem felt like wrestling mud.
- Impulse Control? Never Heard of Her: Big joint savings goal? Nice idea. Until he saw the limited-edition gaming console. Or I saw the “70% off ONE DAY ONLY” designer bag sale. Savings took hit after impulsive hit. Financial peace went out the window screaming.
- Exhaustion City: The constant high energy, the debates, the passion… it just started feeling loud. Needed more quiet nights, less “who can talk loudest over the movie.” Started avoiding making plans sometimes just to get some damn peace. Found myself sitting in the car longer after getting home.
The “Brutal Honesty” Conclusion
Lasted almost two years. Felt like ten. Learned a few ugly truths:
- Double Aries Passion = Short Burn Time: That initial “Wow!” factor burns white-hot and fizzles fast when there’s no balancing energy to ground it. Like trying to fuel a rocket with firecrackers.
- Lead, Follow, or Get Outta the Damn Way: Seriously, you need defined roles or leadership shifts, or you just butt heads non-stop. Two natural-born leaders sharing a life? Recipe for chaos without serious, conscious effort to take turns.
- Communication Ain’t Our Strong Suit: Passion translates to yelling real easy. Learning to talk calmly during conflict was our Everest. Mostly failed.
Final Verdict? It’s possible? Maybe? If both Aries are incredibly self-aware, older, and worn down enough by life to crave some damn peace. But two young, fiery Rams? Long-term feels less like building a life and more like staging a permanent cage fight with someone you kinda dig. Exhausting. Thrilling sometimes? Sure. But mostly… just goddamn exhausting. Woke up one day realizing my heart was pounding more from stress than love. Packed my spark. Haven’t dated an Aries since.
