Taurus Man and Aquarius Woman Compatibility
Linda Goodman is renowned best selling astrologer who has written books on Astrology and in depth knowledge of Signs, which has redefined the way of Astrology.
This post is based on Linda Goodman’s Book “A NEW APPROACH TO THE HUMAN HEART LINDA GOODMAN’S LOVE SIGNS” for the Love Compatibility of Taurus Man with Aquarius Woman.
Poor kind Tootles, there is danger in the air …
The fairy Tink who is bent on mischief this night is looking
for a tool, and she thinks you the most easily tricked of the
boys.
An Aquarian is a very special kind of woman, who needs a very special kind of man. Then again, there are those who would say she is a weird kind of woman, who needs a super patient kind of man.
Most of those people would be Bulls, plugging themselves by reminding you that they are super patient sorts, along with their other virtues. The feminine Water Bearer’s personality is unique, and to most of us, unique means special. To an Earth Sign, however, unique normally means weird. Strange. Not-to-bebelieved. It’s simply a matter of definition. The important thing for the Bull to remember is that this lady is different. She intrigues the masculine Taurean because she’s mysterious. It’s not the mystery he senses around a Scorpio woman – the mystery of wondering if she’s evil or pure, if she’s cool or warm. With this Uranus lady, it’s the mystery of wondering if she’s for real. It fascinates him. And well it might.
She has a delightfully vague air about her. That’s only natural. She was born under an Air Sign. It’s hard to define. Like, when she begins a sentence, and leaves it hanging there, in mid-air … . when she stares off into the distance, while he’s saying ‘I love you’…. has trouble remembering his name. Things like that. Later, the Bull will discover that she was only too clearly present and aware at those times when he thought her attention was wandering. She didn’t miss a nuance. Her seeming vagueness is merely a signal that she’s mentally floating around, waiting until the scene catches up with where she’s already gone – ahead. It’s such a bore when a man can’t travel on her electrical circuit, so she instinctively fades away or tunes in to a different channel. An Aquarian female can be here – or she can be there – but here or there, she’s always very far out. Since she’s as much of an individualist about romance as she is about everything else, this lady makes up her own rules about love as she goes along. Whatever they may be, whether puritanical or permissive by other people’s standards, she’s true to them, and to herself. It’s this very quality of self-honesty and integrity that attracts the Bull to the girl Water Bearer like a magnet, and causes him surprisingly often to tolerate her romantic rules, even when they rub against his grain and grit. He clearly sees her as one of the few really honest people left in the world. One of the few ethical, reliable, dependable oh, now, wait just a minute. Hold it right here. Honest and ethical she is. But you are inviting trouble, Taurus man, if you start out by expecting this woman to be reliable and dependable.
It’s true that she’s Fixed in purpose and intent, being born, like the Bull, under a Fixed Sign. She’s also an excellent organizer (for all her deceptive fuzziness of manner) and like him, she likes to save and accumulate things. Not because she’s economical, a scavenger, or a pack rat – or for any of those sensible, practical (to Bulls) reasons. She saves and accumulates things that just happen to strike her fancy. Like the tassel from Robert E. Lee’s baby bootie she bought at an auction down south – or the tiny clapper from the bell on the desk of her fifth grade schoolteacher. She leans toward antiques (the Bull leans toward breaking them) and she saves all sorts of nonsense, like her old Mousketeer cap, her father’s shaving cup, the nude picture a friend took of her when she was soaking up the sun one summer. Stop pawing and snorting, the friend was female – and most Uranus-ruled girls are not modest in the company of their own sex, in the woods, when there’s no one around. Some of them are not overly modest in crowds either, but let’s not talk about those Water Bearers – the Bull has not fallen in love with this type, you can bet your baby bootie tassel on that. Her fondness for antiques (if she’s a typical Aquarian) may annoy the Bull to the point of great frustration, and huge exasperation. (Everything Taurus does is great or huge, never petty or teeny-tiny.) This man may enjoy the tradition of the past, and well made furniture, created by craftsmen to last more than three weeks, but he won’t go for those fragile, dainty antiques that fall apart when you sit on them. Many a Bull has fallen plumb through an eighteenth-century chair his Aquarian mate has purchased – while he’s reading the stock market reports in the evening paper. And I tell you that a Bull, who has fallen through the seat of a chair on his backside – hard – can be quite bearish about the whole matter. He’s capable of picking up the offending chair and smashing it into splinters, while smashing her feelings at the same time, by shouting, “KEEP THESE @@ ##! ! % c & ** (expletives deleted) SILLY PIECES OF JUNK OUT OF MY WAY! YOU SPENT ENOUGH MONEY FOR THAT @@ ##! ! % c & ** THING TO BUY A WHOLE HOUSEFUL OF SOLID, SENSIBLE FURNITURE. I WANT A LAZY-BOY RECLINER IN THIS ROOM, IN THIS VERY CORNER BY TOMORROW NIGHT – AND WHEN I COME HOME FROM WORK, IT HAD BETTER BE THERE, EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO CARRY IT HOME FROM THE STORE ON YOUR BACK, WOMAN.” (Taurus men are always boss in their homes.)
And what does his Air Sign Aquarian “woman” have to say about her Bull’s furious rampage about the chair? She could quite likely ask him, “Listen, Jumbo, what’s a four-letter word that rhymes with truck?” (She’s working a crossword puzzle in the part of the newspaper he wasn’t reading.) In his angry state, he may supply her with a most rude and uncouth, vulgar answer, such as – “schmuck.” (Especially if he’s a Taurean of the Hebrew persuasion.) Suddenly, her face will light up, and she’ll say, “I’ve got it! Luck! I have to use an ‘L,’ because vertically, it has to spell Lixivate – up and down. I was going to use Buck, but the ‘B’ wouldn’t work, going the other direction, where I needed another ‘L’ for Lithoid. Thanks anyway, but I don’t need an ‘s,’ and besides ‘schmuck’ has seven letters, and I told you I needed four. By the way, do you know what the work ‘lithoid’ means? It means: made of stone, resembling a stone, or a stony structure. That’s cute. I think I’ll call you that from now on, instead of Jumbo. Lithoid.”
He stares at her in silence, at a total loss for words. Then suddenly, without warning, a bolt of Uranus lightning strikes, and she tosses the newspaper in his face, yelling, “Carry your @@ ##! ! % c & ** chair home on your own back, Lithoid. I’m going on a camping trip tomorrow, by myself – and I’ll be gone a week or more. Don’t call me, I’ll call you if I feel like it, which I probably WON’T!” She slams the door, jumps in the station wagon, guns the engine and takes off, speeding down the street, on her way to nowhere – to “calmly” think things over. That’s the sort of thing you can expect when two Fixed personalities have a disagreement, and one of them (her) is susceptible to those sudden, unexpected Uranian outbursts.
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These two, let us remember, are governed by the tense 4-10 Sun Sign Pattern influence, and are often agitated by this troublesome vibrational energy, into confrontation. They should both be aware that each of their tempers may explode when least anticipated. The Bull always surprises and shocks when he becomes really angry, simply because his rages occur so seldom. The Aquarian is also prone to shock and surprise her lover or husband with her anger, simply because she’s ruled by Uranus, and most everything this planet incites her to do is done without warning. She’ll come home in fifteen minutes or so, her anger cooled, and bring him a gift, a peace offering – perhaps a puppy she found wandering around, homeless. If the puppy is warm, soft and cuddly, her Taurus man will probably melt, squeeze it – and her – and say they can keep it, but only if she promises to housebreak it. She’ll promise, sweetly .. . and peace will be restored again. But it may be a temporary truce, unless their Suns and Moons and Ascendents are in harmonious aspect between their birth charts. If they are not, they’re both going to need to acquire some self-discipline, and realize that “volatile” is not an eight-letter word that rhymes with happiness.
Let’s return to their mutual inclination to save things. (The 4-10 explosion has a way of causing trains of thought to leap off the track.) Like her, the Bull is fond of saving old memories, in the form of junk, although he’ll claim, bashfully and stubbornly, that they have some sensible use. They don’t, but she should let him think they do. (Crabs like to save things too, but for different reasons. Partly sentiment, yes, but mostly because they get their claws stuck, and can’t let go.) All right. She and he are both Fixed, therefore, they are both good organizers, and they tend to accumulate. However, when it comes to the quality of dependability, Aquarius is the black sheep of the Fixed family. (Black sheep is not a negative term – they’re the sheep that have the gumption to be different, you know.) The other three Fixed Signs, Taurus, Leo and Scorpio, are duly dependable, but this is the place where Aquarius jumps off the boat.
She’ll try like blazes to keep a promise, and put forth a Herculean effort to be on time for appointments. She’ll seldom retract anything she’s said, if she felt it deeply when she said it, and this is all admirable. But her eccentricities of dress and manners, her sudden Uranus zigs and zags of behavior, her unexpected switches, and the surprises she delights in giving you, cannot be described as dependable. They can only be described as unsettling.
The Taurus man is generally conventional, his behavior predictable, he neither likes to zig, nor to zag, and even his worst enemy could never call him eccentric. The Bull is a conformist at heart, which is why the Aquarian Age throws him into a quiet, but despairing tizzy. Who can cope with these crazy young people, the sexual revolution, riots, protests against our government, people running around naked, and women having the temerity to think they’re equal to men, when any good anatomy course proves how ridiculous that is? So Taurus sits patiently, wondering and privately worrying, protecting his property against wild eyed, anonymous maniacs out there on the streets, and searching desperately, like Diogenes, for an honest man. At the very least, an honest woman.
Along comes the Aquarian girl, with the courage of her convictions carried high and shining, and he thinks his search is over. But what about her eccentricities? Those funny clothes she wears, her peculiar hair style, her odd statements and her sympathy with those dangerous, wild-eyed maniacs? Is it because she’s a mere female that she doesn’t have enough sense to be alarmed by what’s happening in the world around her? Maybe she needs him to protect her.
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I won’t deny she may need protection. But the reason she’s not alarmed is because, after all, the Aquarian Age is her age, and being an Aquarian herself, she knows there’s never any need to conform to anything, unless you want to. She’s always been content to live by the seashore, without knocking folks who prefer the mountains. She’s always worn her hair the way it pleased her, whether her friends were bald or pigtailed. What’s wrong with going to church on Sunday, then having lunch with an atheist afterwards? If she could only make him see that he doesn’t have to get so uptight about what’s happening – that it’s just the beginning of a glorious new era of being yourself, conservative or liberal, barefoot or booted, long hair or crew cut. It simply means to live, and to let live.
Now, that last part Taurus will understand. He’s perfectly willing to live and let live, as long as he can grumble a little when things don’t suit him. They’re both inclined to “let it be,” but they should apply that philosophy to themselves, as well as to the world, and not ridicule each other’s personal convictions. As with all 4-10 couples, each cramps the other’s style somewhat, and it pinches.
Her Aquarian inclination to the abstract extends to her sexuality, and since there’s nothing whatsoever abstract about the Bull’s sexual needs, this can instigate a little insomnia. She’s not a woman who is obsessed with sensuality and eroticism, although she may be quite curious about it. Her approach to lovemaking is airy and complicated; his is simple and earthy. Physical desire never runs as strong or as deep in Aquarius as it does in Taurus. Yet, there’s something in the Bull’s warm, affectionate nature that touches her heart, and makes her want to please him. And there’s something about her off-beat passions, so honest and direct, that brings out a gentle tolerance in the Taurus man, a sort of surge of protectiveness, which certainly won’t dilute his manhood.
She may overwhelm him with her fierce love hunger one night, then seem to float away from his touch the next. He may not be aware that her physical desire can be aroused by the funny way he whistled while he was clumsily peeling an orange for breakfast (hours before bedtime) – excited by the frosted fairyland scenes etched on a winter windowpane – and dampened by a newscast she heard, just before dinner, about how many millions of babies and children, all over the world, die of starvation every single hour. And she may not be aware that her Bull needs more than a few pats and hugs to keep him contented. He needs his head scratched (literally), his hand held, his nose kissed and his ears filled with gentle, baby-soft, tender words – on a very regular basis.
However much love surrounds this man, he’s always greedy for more of it. Yet, however much she may be devoted to him, the Aquarian girl is compelled to share her love with her friends, and with all of humanity, in general. Sometimes, it may seem to these two as if there’s just not enough love to go around. There never is, when you’re taking it. Only when you’re giving it. An inexhaustible supply.
