My memory of how I got into that whole “two Pisces dates” situation? Man, it’s a bit hazy now, but I can tell you the mess it created. It wasn’t some grand plan, you know? Life just kinda throws things at you, and you catch what you can.
It all started maybe a couple years back, after that whole thing with my ex, Sarah. That breakup really knocked the wind out of me. I mean, proper knocked out. For months, I just kinda drifted, doing my thing, working, chilling, but always with this ache. I wasn’t really looking for anything serious, just kinda… existing. My buddies tried to set me up, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I told them, “Nah, not right now. I need a break.”
Then, one Tuesday, I was out with Mark, just grabbing a beer after work. He says, “Dude, you gotta get back out there. Look, my cousin’s friend, Maya, she’s super cool, just got out of something too. Wants to meet new people.” I was like, “Ugh, Mark, really?” But he kept at it, saying, “Just a coffee! No pressure!” So I caved. Maya turned out to be really sweet. Quiet, artistic type. We talked for ages, mostly about art and old movies. Found out she was a Pisces. Didn’t think much of it then. Just a star sign, whatever.
We went on a couple more dates – dinner, a walk by the river. She was super thoughtful, always noticing little things, asking how I felt about stuff. Kinda intense, but in a good way, you know? Like she really listened. I was starting to feel something, this little spark flickering back to life after being dead for so long.
Then, maybe a week after our third date, I was at that new spot downtown, the one with the live jazz. Just chilling alone, enjoying the music. This woman, Lena, she just walks up to my table, totally bold. “Mind if I join? My friend bailed.” She had this huge, captivating smile. We started talking, and she was just… electric. So much energy, so much laughter. Completely different vibe from Maya. After like an hour, she asks for my number. I gave it to her, thinking, “Why not? Casual chat.” We exchanged a few texts, light stuff, jokes.
Next thing I know, Lena asks me out for drinks. And guess what? Turns out she was a Pisces too. I remember thinking, “Huh, coincidence.” Didn’t overthink it. One’s a quiet artist, the other’s a fiery whirlwind. Surely, they’d be different enough. Right?
Wrong. Oh, so wrong.
I suddenly had two different women, both Pisces, both really interesting in their own ways, both expecting something from me, even if it was just another date. My calendar became a nightmare. Tuesday with Maya, Thursday with Lena. Then Maya wanted to do something spontaneous on Saturday, and Lena was free Sunday. I was juggling calls, texts, trying to keep track of who said what, what we talked about, what I promised.
Maya was all about deep conversations, shared emotions, long silences that weren’t awkward but felt… meaningful. She’d look at me with those big, soulful eyes, and I’d feel like she saw right through me. And Lena? She was a blast. Adventurous, always wanting to try new things – skydiving, escape rooms, spontaneous road trips. With her, it was all about the thrill, the excitement. My head was spinning trying to keep up.
The weirdest part was, despite how different they seemed on the surface, there were these underlying currents. Both of them, in their own ways, were incredibly sensitive. Maya wore her heart on her sleeve; you could just see it. Lena, she’d hide it behind a shield of jokes and bravado, but if something touched her, you’d feel it, almost physically. And both of them had this dreaminess, this slight tendency to drift off, to live a little bit in their own heads. Maya would talk about her dreams, literally; Lena would talk about her grand, slightly unrealistic plans for the future.
I found myself feeling… stretched. Like I was two different versions of myself, one for Maya, one for Lena. With Maya, I was the quiet, introspective one, listening, comforting, being vulnerable. With Lena, I was the adventurous, carefree guy, laughing, joking, up for anything. I started to lose track of who I actually was.
It got to a point where I was just exhausted. Constantly on edge, terrified of mixing up details, scared one of them would find out about the other. My brain was working overtime, creating these elaborate mental walls to keep the two worlds separate. My friends, they started noticing I was always tired, always distracted. Mark even joked, “Dude, you look like you’re running a secret agency.” He had no idea how right he was.
One night, after a particularly draining “deep talk” with Maya followed by an equally draining “high-energy adventure planning” with Lena, I just crashed. Sat on my couch, stared at the ceiling, and realized I couldn’t do this anymore. It wasn’t fair to them, and it sure as hell wasn’t fair to me. I was constantly performing, not truly being myself with either of them.
So I made the tough call. I had to choose. Or rather, I had to stop. I decided to pull the plug, on both. It felt brutal, but necessary. It wasn’t about choosing one over the other; it was about choosing myself, my sanity. I ended things, explaining as best I could without getting into the whole messy truth. They were both, predictably, hurt. And I felt like a total jerk.
Looking back, was it good? No, not really, in the traditional sense. It was a chaotic mess of emotions and scheduling nightmares. But did I learn something? Absolutely. I learned that zodiac signs, while maybe pointing to some common traits, don’t define a person. Maya and Lena were worlds apart, despite sharing that Pisces tag. More importantly, I learned how much energy it takes to not be authentically yourself, and how crucial it is to respect your own boundaries and feelings when dating. I also learned I am terrible at multitasking my love life.
I’m telling you, that whole period, it felt like I was running two completely different businesses at the same time, each with its own demanding clients, and I was the only employee. And both businesses were just me. And I was crashing hard. It wasn’t sustainable. So, yeah, two Pisces dates? Definitely a learning experience. But “good”? Nah, not exactly.
