If a prospective partner is not high-status or respectful enough of one’s genius/natural-born innate nobility etc, it is perfectly acceptable to sublimate sexual urges into fashion, cosmetics and/or one’s general grooming. Preferable even. After all, the only drama and chaos around should be that caused by people falling inconveniently in love with one. Think also: ultra-Leo Coco Chanel, “Hard times arouse an instinctive desire for authenticity.” And stating the obvious positives about yourself, a la J-Lo, is not boasting. Nobody fuqs with your personal maintenance routine. It’s a meditative ritual. Dating wise, Leos were the original Rules girls (and boys). Smells rich, regal, golden aura, kind to one’s inferiors and a sensational set of standards.