Blame it on my sign

Most of my friends make sure to read or listen to their daily horoscope in the morning... No, make that all of them. It's only normal, right? Not for me it's not. I go out of my way to not hear or get a glimpse of it and let me tell you this s**t i hard in a day and age where information is being flashed your way everywhere: radio, tv, magazines, newspapers, billboards, social media... Basically anywhere and everywhere. You're probably wandering why I am this bat s**t crazy lady who is so against the horosope? I relize we haven't properly met yet so let me tell you a bit aviut myself. My name is Alis - yes, Alis not Alice, since I was supposed to be a boy, Alistair, and not a girl. You see, even from back when i was a baby things didn't end up the way they were supposed to. My parents called me the misterious child because of this and the nick-name kind of stuck through although, if you ask me, the unpredictabe child is more accurate. Why unpredictable? Well this brings me back to why I avoid the horoscope in the first place: each time I see my horscope it usually sings praises to my sign and promisses to bring money, love and basically my happily ever after only none of those things ever hapen for me and more like the reverse actually hapens. If it says I will get a raise, not only do I not get a raise but I usually either end up getting my wallet stolen or loose some money one way or another. Don't even get me started on my non-existent love-life. Huuge eye-roll. Yep, dry spell. The driest. So dry that I have successfully gotten to the age of 22 without ever having at least been kissed. Yeah, you heard me, no smooching means no hooching and obviously no boyfriend. Big virgin sign right here. So, in order to avoid "catastrophies" in my life, I would rather just avoid my horoscope daily at all costs and go on my merry way. What is my merry way you are probably wandering... Well, I work as a contractor photographer for various magazines, nothing fancy, just a gig here and there, and I make just enough to pay my bills, eat and splurge on equipment from time to time. -- Today started off badly as I made the mistake of not checking the clock before opening the tv to the news channel. Of course it was time for the horoscope and surprise of all surprises my sign was on...yeeey-not, f**k, s**t, f**k, f**k, f**k. They were saying that today I will encounter someone just as misterious as I am and this will alter both our lives... Well, at least they did not say if it is for the good or the bad, it was pretty vaugue so maybe, just maybe, i get a lucky break and nothing horrible hapens today as I have to get down-town for a photo-shoot with a few models to try and capture "the soul of the perfume". Basically there is a contest to see who'se photos match the company's idea for the launch of their new product. The winner gets to sign a contract and gets a very hefty amount of money in addition to reputation and fame since the brand is a very known one - True. I get my shower, eat my breakfast and run to the site as I always like to be early at least 1 hour to take the vibe of the place, set-up my stuff and so on. I take the subway and have to change 2 in order to get where I need to be. I rush to the surface with all my sguff neatly packed and look around trying to see any signs of the building I am looking for. I spot it across the street and run for it just as the light flashes from green to red. I hear a screech and turn just in time to see a bentley screecheing to a halt inches from my legs and I drop my stuff on the ground shocked and scared. WHAT THE F***K? Jezus, I almost saw my entire life flash before my eyes. What is this guy's problem? I hear honcking from behind the bentley and traffic resumes around us. I look up to see that the light is now red so I am basically being a nuisance im the middle of the road. The driver steps out of the car and asks me if I am ok. I nod my head as I am still shocked that I was almost run over by this dude. I then become very angry at him and start shouting in his face that if he needs glasses he should get them before he kills someone. The man is trying to apologise profusely and to make sure that I am ok or if I meed to be taken to the hospital for a check-up. I insist that I am ok but I'm not sure if my equipment survived. I then notice another man has come up behind the driver. Roger, is everything ok with the young lady? He asks in the smoothest, most caramel like voice ever. He is tall, dark and, well, gorgeous, with deep forest green eyes and very thik raven hair that is propperly set to one side. He is wearing a black and green suit that matches his eyes and a burgundy tie. His image screems money but it also screams something else, something I can't quite out my finger on right now. Either way he is drop dead gorgeous and I cannot, for the life of me, manage to keep my jaw closed so no drool is visible. Roger, the driver, is telling him(his boss aparently) that I seem fine and do not want to see a doctor. Young lady, says hunky guy, are tou sure you do not need a doctor? I somehow manage to unfreeze my brain long enought to mutter "uh, nuh, no, thanks". I then pick my stuff up and run for the building I was heading to in the first olace. Hopefully, nothing is broken besides my brain seems stuck on that guy's face more exactly his eyes. They were jewels of finest quality and they mesmarized me. S**t, I need to focus on my task at hand. If I score this gig today then I will hace no financial trouble for the next year or so. I check my stuff and find that some of my objectives are broken. F**K. What the F**k am I going to do? Wing it, that's what i'll do since I have no other choice. I set-up all my stuff and wait my turn. I do my shoot, download the images onmy laptop and send the pictures to the company's appointed e-mail adress. We are supposed to wait here for the final decision and so I wait and pray that my stuff si better than the rest even with some of my objectives having been broken. -- I sit in the conference room watching the shoots take place. One particular individual stands out as she has great ideas so I just hope the photos are just as stunning as the ingenious set-up suggests. She also resembles the girl Roger almost ran over and I strongly believe it is her, mainly because I saw her enter my building after the event. I scoffed at my horoscooe this morning for telling me follish things like I would meet someone that will alter my life knowing that there is zero chance that would happen on my perfect schedule. Hm... Should I take today's events as a sign? I am not one for horoscopes because I am a ferm believer that we make our own destinies bowever the coincindece is just a little intriguing. First, I have to find out her name...