I Love the Taurus

Last night my Taurus gave me a good example of the second house association with "one's relationship to his or her own body." After a hot hot day at the beach, Taurus was still milky white due to frequent applications of appallingly high-SPF block (I think it was 15 or something). His freckles had, however, managed to come out a bit- maybe twenty or thirty of them on his body. I probably wouldn't have noticed, if Taurus hadn't given me a guided tour. He has an intimate awareness of the exact location of every single freckle on his body, and was able to locate them in a club with almost no light. Furthermore, he made the probable hours or perhaps days spent in self-inspection seem totally cute and natural, rather than self-centered and neurotic. Yay Taurus. Today Taurus is back at work earning money. I should mention that Taurus has a perfect Virgo Midheaven job. He's a pharmacist!