Planet: Jupiter Key Phrase: "I see" Color: blue, red, purple Animal: horse, centaur Sensitive body part: hips and thighs	Element: fire Day: Thursday Stone: turquoise Metal: tin Number: 6 Foods: grapefruit, fennel
Inside a crowded, sweaty room of clubgoers grinding themselves into a liquid hormonal pulp, your Sag is the one barely breaking a sweat in the corner, barely raising an eyebrow and beaming forth the charisma of Zeus. He's philosophizing to himself about his last trip to Goa. He's considering the nature of pomp, circumstance, and whether either really has any remaining significance in the post-modern world. And if you happen to stroll across his path and do the boom-boom dance when he's philosophizing in your direction, he'll probably be more than happy to charismatically take you home for athletic sex and a promise of no commitment. And then again, he might just skip the whole thing for a private session of porn and cigarettes. After all, Sag is the bachelor bad boy who just can't help coming right out and saying or taking what he wants--then moving on without any qualms. It's good for you, it's good for me, but we're born alone and we die alone, y'know? Truth be told, when Sag finds his love, he settles down for good. But until then, he's a fiery stag with a harem of women he could simply take or leave. And he'll tell them so. If you're just another one of his bitches, he won't lie to you about it. He hates to be dishonest, and frankly, he can't help talking. A lot. You won't believe half the things he says. But try to. When he announces, with a devastating smile and a charming laugh, that he really doesn't find you attractive and probably only had sex with you because he wanted to make sure he's not gay, resist the temptation to assume he's just joking. Sag says just what he thinks, and thinks nothing of it. Remember his moral code: honesty first, feelings last. Fireworks are exciting, but are you prepared for them to explode that close to your, er, person?