You're standing at the bar talking to the hostess of the party. You notice a distinct scent in the air; the smell is masculine with a seductive whiff of Eros cologne. As your nose follows the scent, your eyes rest on the liquid eyes of a man who has just walked up to the bar on the other side of the room. He has on an Armani silk suit that has a smooth black finish. Obviously, based on his appearance this man has a lot of money in the pocket of this suit. His demeanor suggests strength and his eyes reflect confidence. Your eyes meet, but he doesn't say anything. He requests the best brandy be placed in a brandy sniffer and he takes a sniff and begins to sip his drink. You end your conversation with the hostess as quickly as possible with the intention of at least brushing up against that fine fabric. You take your drink and go to his side of the bar to request a refill.

As you squeeze in next to him to make your bar request, you brush against that Armani suit of the impeccably dressed gentleman. “May I ask what perfume you're wearing?” he asks you. As you look up into those liquid eyes you start mumbling some jibber jabber words that you can't seem to get out of your mouth. “It smells like Passion or Opium,” he responds. You start thinking about your response, but your brain is moving in slow motion until he says, “While you're thinking about an answer, may I have this slow dance with you?” You smile and nonchalantly say okay, as he places his glass on the bar and gently guides you to the dance floor. He has seen you, smelled you, heard you, and now he is holding you. After he touches you, the next thing on his agenda will be wondering how you taste (ah the kiss). You should have enough clues now to realize that you have just met a Taurus Mars man.