So I stumbled on this Virgo love horoscope post last Tuesday while scrolling through my phone eating cereal. Honestly, I usually skip these things – sounds like fluffy nonsense, right? But my dating life’s been dryer than week-old toast lately, so I thought, “Eh, screw it. Let’s actually try this thing properly for a whole month and see what happens. Worst case? Still eating cereal alone.”
Step one was finding the actual dates. The horoscope mentioned “key romance dates” but didn’t just list ’em out clean. Typical. I had to scribble notes on a crumpled envelope while squinting at my screen:
- New Moon vibe kickoff around the 6th? Sounded like “fresh energy” or whatever.
- Something about Mercury moving on the 15th making communication smoother. Sure.
- Big one was this “Venus-Jupiter thing” around the 22nd promising luck or passion. Fingers crossed.
Alright. Noted.
The Actual Practice Part (Where I Felt Kinda Silly)
Starting around the 6th, I tried being “open to new energy.” Mostly meant I forced myself to say “yes” to stuff I’d usually bail on – like joining coworkers for happy hour instead of rushing home. Honestly? Went awkward. Laughed too loud at a bad joke. Spilled a little beer. But I talked to Sarah from accounting for five minutes about her cat. Baby steps, I guess.
The Mercury shift around the 15th… That’s where it got weird. Tried being “clear” and “expressive” with my feelings. Texted that guy from the gym I’ve been half-flirting with for weeks, asking if he wanted to grab smoothies sometime. No fancy hints. Just… asked. Panicked immediately after hitting send. He took two days to reply (“Busy, maybe next week?”). Oof. Not exactly smooth sailing. Felt like Mercury was messing with me instead.
By the 22nd, my expectations were LOW. This “lucky Venus-Jupiter moment”? Yeah, right. Work was chaos, I was exhausted, and forgot the stupid date entirely. Ordered pizza after work, still wearing sweatpants. Delivery guy shows up – super familiar face. Turns out it’s Mike, that guy I kinda knew from community college? We recognized each other instantly. Ended up chatting at my doorstep for like twenty minutes about how we both ended up in this neighborhood. Easy talk. Real talk. Paid for the pizza… and he paid me back with his number scribbled on the box. “Call if you ever need more pizza,” he grinned. Cheesy? Literally. But actual sparks? Maybe. Getting his number written in marinara sauce? Definitely an unexpected win.
So did the stars align perfectly? Hell no. Half the “key dates” felt like duds or backfired. It wasn’t magic. BUT… actually paying attention to that timing – forcing myself to be out around the 6th, daring to be direct around the 15th even when it flopped, accidentally being home when Mike dropped off the pizza on the 22nd? That deliberate timing created opportunities where I’d usually just be hiding in my pajamas ignoring the world. So yeah, the cosmic stuff? Maybe a little helpful nudge. Mostly it showed me I gotta be awake and in the dang room for luck to find me. Sweatpants optional.
