a red headed Capricorn

I had lunch with a red headed Capricorn yesterday, the voice of reason in the midst of a Gemini frenzy, and as we picked out a lunch place, I calmly drawled a response to one of her questions, “Would I lead you astray?” She popped my knee. “You need some new lines. You — oh — as long as you use a line on me, I’ll treat you like one of my brothers, I’ll karate chop your throat.” I was extra careful through the meal at Curra’s because the last time I was there, I was with a Libra who demanded that I pay attention to her. “You were flirting with that waitress. Stop it. Flirt with me.” I just figured if that sort of thing happened again, the folks at Curra’s would figure I was some sort of beaten guy. And to think, I was hoping for sushi for breakfast yesterday, and I wound up with “cerviche de pulpo” which might be a very attractive substitute. Besides, the leftovers make excellent catfish stinkbait. Who would guess that catfish like those little tentacles?