Man, I used to be all about those daily love horoscopes, especially when I was single. Like, seriously, every single morning, I’d wake up, grab my phone, and hit up that one site. “Pisces Daily Love Horoscope Singles: Your Guide to Love.” That was my jam. I’d read it, analyze it, try to figure out what “unexpected encounter” or “deep conversation” was supposed to mean for my day. It felt like I had a secret map, you know? Like the universe was gonna just hand me the key.
But after a while, I started noticing something. It was all a bit… vague. “A potential connection might surface.” “Be open to new possibilities.” Yeah, okay, thanks, Captain Obvious. I was always open to possibilities. I was practically a giant open sign walking around. But nothing really changed. I was still single, still scrolling, still wondering.
That’s when I decided to just chuck that whole passive approach out the window. If the universe wasn’t going to hand me a ready-made love story, maybe I had to go out and, you know, build it. Or at least, try to figure out what building blocks I even needed.
So, the first thing I did was just plain and simple: I started saying ‘yes’ to stuff. I’m talking about actual, real-life stuff, not just nodding my head at horoscope predictions. A friend invited me to a terrible-looking local band’s gig? Yes. My neighbor asked if I wanted to help with a community garden project, even though I kill every plant I touch? Yes. My cousin wanted me to go with her to a pottery class, which sounded like a guaranteed mess? Absolutely, yes.
I wasn’t doing it to find “the one” in every single place. I was doing it to just… live. To get out of my head and out of my apartment. I realized that a lot of my “openness” was just me sitting on my couch, waiting for fate to deliver. Turns out, fate’s usually too busy to deliver to your living room.
I remember one time I was at a terrible open mic night – the kind where people sing off-key and read poetry about their cats. My horoscope that morning was all about “seeing deeper connections in familiar places.” And I’m sitting there, looking around at this motley crew, thinking, “Is this it? Is my soulmate here, singing about their fluffy companion?” Nope. But I did end up having a really funny chat with the guy next to me about how terrible the guitar player was. And it wasn’t romantic, but it was a connection. It felt real, way more real than any vague prediction.
Then came the really hard part. I had to actually figure out what I wanted. Not what some shiny movie or horoscope told me I should want. I grabbed an old notebook and just started scribbling. What kind of person makes me laugh? What kind of conversations do I crave? What are the things I absolutely can’t stand? And this wasn’t about making a perfect checklist for some imaginary person. It was about knowing myself better.
I went on some truly awful dates during this time. I mean, cringe-worthy. Like the guy who spent two hours explaining his cryptocurrency portfolio, or the one who asked me if I believed in aliens within the first five minutes. Each one was a learning experience, though. Every time I left a bad date, I didn’t feel defeated. I felt clearer. “Okay,” I’d think, “definitely not that.”
I also spent a lot of time on my own stuff. I picked up hiking. I started cooking more adventurous meals for myself instead of just microwaving sad leftovers. I invested in my existing friendships, making sure I was a good buddy to them. It wasn’t about “fixing” myself to be ready for someone. It was about making my own life full and rich and awesome, right now, as a single person.
And you know what? When I stopped chasing, when I stopped trying to decode cosmic messages, things actually started to happen. Not in a dramatic, Hollywood montage kind of way. But slowly, organically. I wasn’t looking anymore. I was just… living.
I met someone through a mutual friend at a totally random housewarming party. No grand predictions. No planetary alignments. Just a bunch of people, some mediocre snacks, and us chatting in a corner. We laughed. We found out we both hated cilantro. We talked for hours. And it just felt… easy. It wasn’t about checking off boxes or fulfilling a prophecy. It was just two people, connecting.
So, if you’re asking me for a guide to love for singles, especially if you’re a Pisces like me and prone to dreaming a bit, here’s the real deal: It ain’t in the daily forecast. It’s in doing the damn work on yourself. It’s in getting out there and living your own full, messy, awesome life. It’s in figuring out who you are and what you want. And then, when you’re not even looking, sometimes, just sometimes, the right person walks into that already-awesome life you’ve built.
