Sagittarius Man and Capricorn Woman Compatibility
On cover image- Famous Sagittarius Man and Capricorn Woman – Frank Sinatra and Ava Gardner
Peter’s heart bobbed up and down as he listened. Wendy
bound, and on the pirate ship; she who loved everything to
be just so!
“I’ll rescue her,” he cried, leaping at his weapons. As he
leapt he thought of something he could do to please her.
He could take his medicine.
Here is this enchanting female creature, who seems to know exactly what she wants from life, and how to set about getting it. The Archer senses the Capricorn girl’s goals are not small ones, but may even be as gigantic as his own, and it thrills him. She’s quiet and modest, she doesn’t interrupt him when he’s talking about his ideas and dreams, and that stamps her as a very special lady indeed. She appears to him to be a gentle, docile, girl-type girl. Feminine and appealing.
He is making a sizable mistake. She may have been born under a feminine Sun Sign, but her nature is ruled by the masculine planet Saturn, and planets don’t get much more masculine than Saturn. Although she may have gentle manners, she’s anything but docile. Appealing she may be, but he shouldn’t image her twirling a lace-trimmed parasol, tip-toeing around in a hoopskirt under the apple tree in the backyard, dropping a fragrant hanky to tease him. This girl is tough.
After all, she is a mountain Goat, never mind her sex. She’ll digest anything to get where she’s going, except the one food that upsets her, which comes in a can labeled: Foolishness. To Cappy, “foolish” is defined as anything that wastes her time and doesn’t have a concrete purpose. This definitely includes idle flirting and casual affairs. Note that I didn’t say she’s against flirting, only idle flirting. I didn’t say she’s against affairs, only casual ones. The distinction may prove to be important, sooner or later. The thing is, a Capricorn girl wants to know what your intentions are before you have any. Or shall I say before the Sagittarius man has thought over what his intentions might be toward her.
They had better not be what they are toward most women, or he can forget it. Male Archers are typically rather romantically promiscuous, not the most faithful types in the world, at least not while they’re searching and seeking and investigating the scene. After he’s found Lady Guinevere, Maid Marian – or whomever, the Jupiter-ruled knight (who views himself as both Robin Hood and Lancelot) is capable of Camelot-pure devotion and loyalty. But while he’s riding around through Sherwood on his white horse looking, his shining armour can become a trifle tarnished. Of course, love – true love – can polish it right up again.
Tarnished armour won’t deter this woman. She is as practical in love as in everything else. If armour is rusty, it can be scrubbed clean and shiny, like new – and no one will ever know the difference. A little tarnish is nothing to fuss about, if it can be removed. Yesterday is gone, today is here. Just watch out for tomorrow. She may forgive her Archer for past transgressions, and she’s sensible and emotionally secure enough to trust him today – but she will not put up with any monkey business in the future, or he’ll be dumped into her past, with barely a flick of her long, feminine eyelashes, to join the memories of the few mistakes she’s made throughout her life (and you can count those on one hand with cautious Cappy)
Her toughness won’t stop the Archer immediately. Remember he was born under a masculine Sun Sign, and he’s ruled by the masculine Jupiter as well. A double macho vibe. So he’s not likely to run from her challenge. This girl is not for the fainthearted lover to subdue, but a Sagittarian male is not fainthearted.
He’s just a little awkward in the finesse department. He may blurt out some candid observation that offends her dignity, without thinking. (Goat Girls are terribly dignified, especially in public.) It’s not that she doesn’t appreciate wit, she has a whimsical, delightful sense of humor herself, but she’ll frown at shaggy-dog stories without a punch line, rude manners turn her off – and she will not like hearing her faults candidly analyzed in front of others, which is one of the Archer’s more obvious talents. (I am being kind to call it a talent.)
She will, however, appreciate his honesty. And he, conversely, will admire hers. In this area they’ll get along famously. She’s sensible and practical, not inclined to paint things rosier than they actually are – and he calls the shots as he sees them, refusing to dress up the truth in fancy language. The direct approach appeals to both of them, and this will be a shared quality that forms a strong basis for empathy between them, even though it may be hard on their friends. If you’re visiting this couple in their home, and they have to rise early to go to work or catch a plane or whatever, you’ll be firmly reminded of the lateness, should you remain past their pumpkin hour – in a nice, genteel, courteous manner from Cappy, with open, friendly frankness by Sag. But you will be told. You will know you have overstayed your visit. They won’t actually pull the welcome mat out from under your feet as you leave, but you’ll definitely get the message.
These two may have a mutual interest in music or art, the law or religion, and he gets the impression she’ll sacrifice anything for her heart’s desire. He’s right. If she’s living in a small town, for example, and attending a high school where she can’t get all the art courses she needs, she’ll take a job in a service station, filling gas tanks, scrubbing windshields – “Check your oil, sir?” – to save enough money to go to New York where they teach what she wants to learn.
Still, one way or the other, Cappy will usually manage to live with her family while she’s getting her education – and will leave their home reluctantly to strike out on her own. The Archer can understand her fierce dedication to her goal. He possesses great bushels of such dedication himself. But his route to the Emerald City is somewhat different. A Sagittarius man is always ready to strike out for Oz or Shangrila with a turtleneck tucked under his arm and a toothbrush in his pocket.
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She won’t go with him. She has a million excuses. “No planning,” she says. “More fun!” he replies. She frowns. He coaxes. She is firm. It’s about at this point when he begins to think she’s stuffy. Then she’ll twinkle that shy Saturn smile at him, he’ll melt and approach her again, with a light, optimistic heart, thinking there must be a way to win her over. There is. Just prove you’re serious – not only about loving her – but about what you expect to contribute to this world – and what you expect to receive in compensation for your efforts. A Sagittarius man is brimming over with daydreams (until they’re smothered by life’s disappointments).
He offers her a basketful of them, and her heart is touched, but she waits. A daydream is fine with her, but where is the blueprint for it? You can’t build a house without one – you can’t build a dream without one. “Wishing will make it so!” whistles the Archer, arguing with her. “That’s just a Disney double-dip ice-cream cone of delusion,” retorts Cappy. “It takes more than wishing. So, all right, if wishes are the dreams we dream when we’re awake, like your song says – even wishes need a blueprint. If things don’t work out the way you think they will, if we were married and neither of us had a job – what would we eat, what would we wear, how would we pay the rent?” “Oh, ye of little faith!” answers the Archer. It may soften her. He can try.
Sagittarius (like Scorpio) often quotes the Bible to make a point. It properly impresses most people, but Cappy would demand proof from God Himself that He knows where He’s going. Considering the condition of the world today, it’s a sensible, Saturnine sort of question. “We cause these cataclysms and tragedies, poverty and misery, on Earth, not God,” explains the Archer. “And as for astrology, how do we know the planets cause our actions? Maybe, by our actions, we cause the course and direction of the planets.” (She may think that one over for a while.)
The older the Capricorn woman becomes, the more likely she is to enjoy traversing the planet with her Sagittarian lover or husband. She missed that sort of bounding joy and freedom as a child, since she was born at age one hundred and five, give or take a few years .. . and her practical, yet secretly yearning, heart beats a little faster at the thought of experiencing it with the man she loves. The key to her heart is patience. But all the advice can’t be one-sided.
She may need a blueprint for happiness herself, once the Archer has conquered her emotionally. He puzzles her, and sometimes he hurts her – deeply – with his blunt speech. She should try to understand that he doesn’t really mean to be unkind. His candid speech is spontaneous, springing from a sort of instantaneous compulsion to express truth. Actually, when he said the picture she painted of an ancient druid looked like a potbellied stove – when he remarked that her nose was a little crooked, her hair would look better short than long and her best girlfriend was a dingbat – it was only proof that he really meant it when he said “I love you.” This man couldn’t lie if he tried. When you look at it that way, being loved by the Archer can be like a romantic insurance policy.
You’re secure until he says he doesn’t love you. At least with him, you know. That’s sort of like having a blueprint, isn’t it? A Sagittarius man who’s been rejected by the woman he loves may become a Franciscan monk or join the Merchant Marines – but he won’t be dishonest with himself – or with her. If he ever lies, he’s convinced himself it’s truth, and that’s rare because .. . well, did you ever try to convince him of anything? It’s not easy, even when it’s himself trying to win an argument with himself. It’s not that he’s stubborn (she’s stubborn), it’s just that he can always think of another point to make, a new idea, to change the entire initial concept of the situation.
The sexual compatibility of these two Sun Signs will suffer from only two things – which can be brought under control if they wish. They are: his tendency to thoughtlessly say something that causes her emotions to freeze, then to expect her to melt in his arms a few hours (or minutes) later – and her tendency to classify their lovemaking as an enjoyable necessity, which should conform to their schedule, but never interfere with it, combined with her fear of allowing passion to control reason. Her sexual responses may seem too disciplined to him, as though she really isn’t submitting to love’s mysteries, only tolerating her body’s needs as a practical matter. But she will never be able to find joy in their Oneness until he gently, tenderly helps her to learn to trust his embrace, until she’s sure such abandon of her inner self is safe. Just when she starts to trust him, he shoots an unnecessary arrow of painful truth into her heart, something which would have been better left unspoken. When a Saturn heart is wounded, it takes longer to heal than other hearts. Much longer.
She may seem to shrug off his cruel words, even the kind and complimentary ones, as though she couldn’t care less, either way. Oh, but she does care. She cares deeply.
The unkind words will leave scars she’ll never show. The kind ones will cause her to grin shyly, and breathe a little sigh of happiness, when she’s sure he’s not looking or listening. The outward coolness of this lovely, serious, and self-contained girl hides a depth of loneliness inside she can never express. This is a woman who needs so very much .. . kindness. To be told she’s pretty, to be appreciated verbally, will bring more brightness into her life more than this man who loves her may realize. Never mind that her verbal response is: “What mushy sentiment!” Don’t you believe it. Saturn restricts her from demonstrating her gratitude, from showing her tenderness, but it’s there just as she’s always there, when he needs her. Her love is steady and dependable, like a grandfather clock, ticking away forever (unless he insults her family, then the chimes may stop). Still, for all the growing pains of their love, the Sagittarian man’s soaring ideals will teach the Goat Girl’s mind to fly higher into the realms of Life’s meaning than she ever dared venture before he came along to take her by the hand, and race her to Sirius and back.
He has a truly magical way of lifting her out of her inky-blue spells of Saturn depression, with a bright sunbeam thought that turns her eyes and her spirit toward the sky, where his ruling star, Jupiter, twinkles all his riddles of existence. One gloomy Sunday, when she’s unable to respond to his cheerful optimism, and his bright faith in a Higher Power solving all their problems, she may tell him that she doesn’t believe he should count so much on God – and miracles. “Maybe you’re right,” he’ll reply then, Jupiter-like. “Maybe we shouldn’t count on Him. Maybe the real truth is that He’s depending on us … for some sort of ultimate miracle.”
His logic touches her, and she answers, slowly, “I never thought of it that way.” For a moment longer, she’s silent. Perhaps God, too, is lonely and uncertain. The loneliest One of all. For, who and what may a Supreme Power count on, lean on? Yes, he’ll stretch her Saturn-bound soul, this Sagittarian man of the impossible dreams and endless queries. To be depended upon, counted upon by a trusting Divinity… is a lovely new concept to responsible Cappy. And so much truer than she knows… truer than even her searching Archer guesses.
His love can be an experience in both heartache and ecstasy for her, but if she’ll turn over the comic valentine her Centaur clumsily offers her, she’ll see that he’s drawn a heart on the back – his own. The one he offers her so honestly, with such faith she’ll never break it, like an awkward boy in a schoolyard, whatever his chronological age. I can hear her words as she reads this, can’t you? “Mush, mush, mush!” as she turns away with a shrug of dismissal. But watch her closely. See her Mona Lisa smile?