The horror that is Venus square Saturn

So, they always say the Venus Saturn types can't find a happy relationship until at LEAST the age of 40. Joy.

Sometimes I wonder why the hell this is. Or why I don't have any remotely good looking aspects for that for at least another eight years. (Then again, that may not matter.)

I just wanted to say that it terrifies me when someone is all, "Sure, you'll get married at 40. Maybe it's because you have to wait for someone to turn legal first and you're supposed to end up with a 20-year-old hottie."

Oh good god. Me as a cougar? I don't judge the cougar-types (I have two friends who are cougars, one of them is the one who said this), but I have always been bothered by age difference in relationships. The lone time I dated up, well, I traumatized him into never dating younger again. And unless they had some massively traumatic childhood, younger guys are even worse odds as to how immature they are. (The traumatic childhood folks have no use for me, as well they shouldn't. What does someone who got booted out on the street at 16 have in common with my spoiled brat upbringing? They think I'm an idiot.) So I have this thing in my head that I want to end up with someone who is my age. As in, within a year of my birth so nobody's lording it over the other with age.

This entry inspired by (a) the cougar friend's comments, and (b) today's Cary Tennis letter on Salon.