I’m starting with the second Capricorn because the first is my secondary partner and it seems appropriate to ‘cap’ Capricorn with our story.
In one of those “broken up” periods between me and the partner, I went to work out my shit on the dance floor. As I was sitting at the bar with a mimosa, a group of people entered the scene. I began to connect with some of the individuals, experiencing some instantly good energy. The first thing to know about Caps is that their friend group is extremely important to them. There wasn’t an instant connection with the Cap, but once one was made, the game was on.
In the group there was a hovering female. She clearly cared for him, but she was open about the fact that they weren’t together. He flirted with me while we all enjoyed each other’s company. When his desire for me seemed clear to his friends, they made no effort to hide the fact that they didn’t want him to pursue what they thought would clearly be him making a mistake. While I’m still not sure what it was about, it wasn’t a judgment about me.
Libra’s like to peripherally dance around drama: It’s entertaining to us and if we involve ourselves, it’s usually from a desire to help smooth things over, but we dislike being in the center of social unrest. I was there to dance and I had no desire to step on anyone’s toes so, I let the idea of him go and moved myself to enjoy connecting elsewhere.
But, Capricorns, once they decide they want something, will work patiently and tirelessly behind the scenes to make it happen. It’s really quite something to behold.
He came in and out of my sphere all night. He’d come to chat and/or dance with me, and I’d let him. However, each time, a friend from the group would come cock block him. I didn’t mind. I detached myself from whatever was going on between them to observe the dynamic from an almost academic standpoint but, also, with a sort of evil delight in being the outlying object of the conflict.
This game was played for the majority of the evening. However, for the last hour, or so, he dropped off my scene and I thought he’d given up. Ha! “Defeat” isn’t a word in a Cap’s vocabulary. By the end of the evening, one of his male friends came to me in resignation, “I wouldn’t do this for anyone but him. We’re all…