So this morning, I grabbed my phone while still half-asleep and saw my horoscope app notification blinking. Leo-Virgo compatibility thing popped up, right when me and Sarah (she’s a Virgo) were having that weird tension since last weekend. Figured, what the hell, let’s test-drive this horoscope advice for real.
First Step: Actually Reading the Damn Thing
Opened the full horoscope – bunch of fluffy words about “communication” and “practical gestures”. The specific part that jumped out was: “Leos, drop your pride today. Virgos need concrete proof, not grand promises.” Okay, fine. Normally I’d argue my point again about why forgetting our anniversary dinner wasn’t THAT bad, but I swallowed that Leo ego like cheap coffee.
The Awkward Execution Phase
Instead of texting her some dramatic apology? Went full Virgo-mode. Researched three brunch spots near her office (she mentioned hating her lunch spots last week). Bookmarked menus, parking info, vegan options (she’s into that now). Sent it at 10AM with: “Pick one. My treat. No strings.” Felt ridiculous not adding heart emojis or jokes.
Her reply took two hours. TWO. HOURS. Just: “Cafe Verde. 12:30.” Brutal Virgo efficiency. But she showed up! Even smiled when she saw I’d already asked for her usual oat milk latte. Progress.
The Horoscope’s Weirdly Specific Win
During lunch? Didn’t bring up the anniversary fight ONCE. Talked about her work drama, actually listened instead of waiting for my turn to talk. Halfway through, she goes: “You remember how I said my laptop charger died?” Pulled out the spare I bought yesterday – exactly like the horoscope suggested “practical solutions over poetry”.
- Got an eye roll
- Then a real hug
- Her muttered “stop being weirdly competent”
Total Virgo victory. We’re doing movie night Friday. No horoscope needed for that.
