Sure of yourself, dynamic and noisy, you are a born master of ceremonies. Fireworks, parties, festivals, holidays, rallies, you get things started and keep them moving. You're feisty and gifted with power and luck. People look up to you. You can be a braggart too. When you know you are right, you are inflexible.

In business you appear tough. But even you, dauntless Dragon, are not invincible. All those flames are mere camouflage. Underneath, you are a softie. A pushover. You faint at the sight of a weeping willow.

Sentimentality stalks your every step; you cannot resist its maudlin tug. Faithful to friends and family, you are less so in matters of the heart. You are devastatingly attractive. And romantic too. You long to crawl into cave after cave with a series of passionate lovers who tickle and hurt and thrill all at once. You dream of a lifelong moment of ecstasy.

A disciplined childhood may frustrate your need for applause and attention. But it may also set you on a more realistic path than one you would have chosen yourself. Your mid-life crisis will be a humdinger! But if you're still alive at age fifty, all your hard work will begin to pay off. You know how to learn from your mistakes.

Dare I give you advice? Don't let your ego get the jump on your brain. Dally with a hard-driving Rat or a clever Money. But when you choose a mate, pick out a solid citizen Rooster or a Tiger (your accomplice). Don't bother with lovers born in the signs of....