Alright, so this whole “Virgo man pulls away” thing? Yeah, experienced that head-on. Gotta share the messy details.
My Starting Point: Total Confusion
Me and this Virgo guy, let’s call him Leo for privacy, were doing great. Like, really great. Texting all day, spontaneous dates, deep talks… the whole honeymoon phase vibe. Then, practically overnight? Radio silence. Texts slowed down to a trickle. Dates got vague: “Oh, super busy with work, maybe next week?” Felt like hitting a brick wall, no warning. Seriously, what gives? Was this some Virgo mind game? A loyalty test? Or had he just… lost interest?
The Waiting & Overthinking Stage (It Was Brutal)
My brain went into hyperdrive. I started dissecting every past conversation. Did I say something wrong? Was I too clingy? Or not interested enough? Classic overthinking spiral. Checking my phone constantly? Guilty as charged. I started searching online – big mistake. Found loads saying “It’s a TEST! He wants to see if you chase!” Others screamed “RUN! He’s done!” Total info overload, zero actual answers. Felt paralyzed. Gotta say, that phase sucks. Felt powerless.
My Plan: Trying the “Give Space” Thing (It Was Hard!)
Everyone says “give him space!” Sounds simple. Doing it? Hell no. My instinct was to text, “Hey, everything okay? Haven’t heard from you…” or worse, a drunk “WTF???”. But I forced myself not to. Seriously, turned off notifications for his contact. Deleted the typing-dots-watching app thing. Focused on me: went to the gym even when I felt crappy, saw friends (who told me I looked pale, thanks guys), even painted my bathroom a weird green (mistake). It took effort, like, real conscious effort every single day to just… stop. Stop initiating. Stop hovering. Breathe.
The “Accidental” Check-In & The Real Truth
After about 10 days (felt like 10 years), I cracked. But kinda cleverly? Sorta? Saw a meme about his favorite obscure band and just sent it. No “Hey” or “How are you?” Just the meme. Hours later? A reply! Just a “lol thanks.” Not exactly hearts and flowers. But… it was an opening. I didn’t push. Couple days later, he actually texted me about a work stress thing. We chatted a bit. And finally, when things felt easy again, I gently asked. No accusations, just, “Hey, noticed things got quiet for a minute there. Everything alright with you?”
And here’s the kicker… the real non-horoscope answer?
His project at work imploded. Like, legit disaster. His boss breathing down his neck 24/7. PLUS his car broke down. He got overwhelmed. Said he pulled back because he felt like a “black cloud” and didn’t want to dump it all on me or seem whiny. A “test”? Nope. Losing interest? Also nope. Just a dude drowning in stress, who defaulted to retreat-mode to handle his shit without dragging me into his “disaster zone” (his words). Needed that headspace to fix things.
What I Learned (The Messy Takeaway)
- Stop reading generic Virgo “rules”. People, even Virgos, are messy and complicated.
- “Giving space” isn’t passive. It’s an active choice NOT to freak out. It took real work for me.
- Direct but gentle communication wins. Jumping to “Is this a test?” in my head was useless. A simple, kind check-in later did the trick.
- Sometimes it’s just… life. It wasn’t about me or some astrological playbook. It was about his exploding reality. His way of coping (vanishing) sucked for me, but it wasn’t malicious.
So yeah, the Virgo pulled away. It wasn’t a test. It wasn’t disinterest (this time!). It was overwhelm. Simple, human overwhelm. Saved myself a lot of heartache by not assuming the worst immediately. Gotta talk to your human, not the stars. Even the quiet, practical Virgo ones.
Gonna go touch grass now. And maybe check on my weird green bathroom walls. #LessonsLearnedTheMessyWay
