So here’s my embarrassing journey…
Okay look, dating apps weren’t cutting it. Matched with this Virgo dude Leo three times – ghosted every. Single. Time. Figured screw it, let’s science this shit. Dug up every meme & trashy horoscope site about Virgo men. First step? Stop acting desperate.
Changed my whole damn approach. Went full “casual productive person” mode. Posted a stupidly organized bookshelf pic instead of club selfies. Shared my bullet journal spread about meal prepping (ugh). Even tagged a local hiking spot saying “trails need better signage, 3/10 logistics”.
Dude slid into my DMs two days later. His opening line? “Noticed your critique of Ridge Trail markers – I maintain those”.
- Rule 1: Don’t overshare. Answered his trail rant with one clean paragraph. Left him on read.
- Rule 2: Let him lecture. Asked ONE nerdy follow-up about trail maintenance. Got a goddamn thesis reply.
- Rule 3: Prove competence. Sent screenshot later of me fixing MY sink leak. He sent back: “Caulk application questionable, but impressive”. Win.
Met up for coffee at 7am (yes, AM). Observed his behaviors:
- Re-folded napkin after wiping cup rim
- Asked barista to remake his latte twice (“milk texture uneven”)
- Actually brought printed spreadsheets about trails
Final test? Pretended my phone died & “needed logical advice” on choosing a laptop. Leo spent 40 minutes detailing processor specs vs battery life. Could see his eyes sparkle explaining thermal throttling. Smoothly ended it with: “Need to optimize my laundry schedule now – Sunday efficiency matters”. Saw him suppress a smile.
Now he texts daily updates about optimizing his closet space. Verdict? Virgo men just wanna fix your imaginary problems. Play competent but slightly messy – they itch to organize you. Still exhausted though.
