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Roll out the red carpet... sound the fanfare... here comes King Leo! Excitement! Romance! Intensity! He doesn't just have a place. He has a palace. He doesn't have a girlfriend. He has a model intellectual brilliant best-ever catch of the year woman. So you only met three days ago. The king knows what he wants, and he has to blow it up to regal proportions so that it will match his regal view of himself. If the king wants you, you'll know itÑby the sudden influx of goods. He'll shower you with Tiffany necklaces, Rolex watches, gray fox fursÑor the best beer nuts and hot-and-cold running malt liquor if that's his bag. It's not the gifts themselves that matter, but the fact that you're going to get them and keep getting them, because that's what feeds a loving Leo's perfect romance fantasy. It goes perfectly with his I'm-the-king fantasy. Leos love to fantasize, and those fantasies often tend to work. You didn't question his kingliness when you met him, did you? Don't start. You wouldn't want the diamonds to stop coming, would you?
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