Okay so back in early 2017 I found this Virgo love prediction guide online. My dating life was totally messy – like my closet but worse – so I figured why not try this? Grabbed my notebook and decided to actually follow all five tips for three whole months. Here’s exactly how it went down.
Starting Point: My Disaster Zone
First thing? The guide said “audit your romantic baggage.” Man, that sucked. I dumped out this shoebox full of old photos, texts I’d screenshot, even concert tickets from failed dates. Took me three hours just to sort through all that cringe. Highlight? Finding a dried rose from my college ex that smelled like regret.
Tip 1 Action: The Purge
- Burned the rose in my sink (smoked up the apartment)
- Deleted 127 texts
- Threw out every physical reminder – goodbye movie stubs!
Operation “Healthy Routine”
The second tip was about Virgos thriving on routine. My version? Set alarms for basic human stuff. 7pm every Tuesday became “eat vegetables that aren’t potato chips” night. Actually cooked salmon once – it looked like roadkill but tasted okay.
Biggest struggle? The guide said “meditate for clarity.” My attempts:
- Tried sitting cross-legged – hip popped like bubble wrap
- Lasted 90 seconds before checking Instagram
- Switched to washing dishes mindfully (still broke a mug)
The Dating Spreadsheet Era
Tip 3 suggested organizing dates like work projects. Made a Google Sheet:
- Column A: Date’s name
- Column B: Where we met (Tinder = automatic orange highlight)
- Column C: Red flags (one guy listed his mom as emergency contact… at 35)
Felt super robotic asking “On scale of 1-10 how emotionally available are you?” during coffee dates. Got some weird looks. And one free pastry when the barista pitied me.
Patience Practice Meltdown
Tip 4 was “wait for quality connections.” Hated this. Went 23 days without swiping right. Started talking to my plants. When Dave from accounting texted “u up?” at midnight, almost caved. Didn’t though. Small win.
The Final Tip: Vulnerability
This was brutal. The guide said to share something real by month three. Chose Mark – a guy who actually remembered my dog’s name. Over cheap tacos, admitted I’d failed my driving test twice. He laughed… then shared he’d flunked motorcycle school. We’re married now.
Overall? Did it all perfectly? Hell no. Burned sentimental items, annoyed baristas, and my spreadsheet was judgy as hell. But cleaning out the ghosts let fresh air in. Still use that “wait 5 breaths before texting” trick though. Virgo power or just common sense? Either way, worked for me.
