Alright so last month I started digging into Scorpio-Virgo stuff ’cause, well… met this Virgo girl at Rachel’s BBQ. Total brain freeze moment – didn’t know how the hell to talk to her without spooking her off. Figured I’d test-drive some advice floating around.
Step Zero: Stalking (The Healthy Kind)
First thing? Observed her for like two weeks. Not creepy! Just paying attention. Saw her rearrange picnic plates three times at the BBQ. Classic Virgo. Also caught her eyeing my Scorpio tattoo but pretending not to. Made notes:
- Patterns: Always 10 mins early, color-coordinates her damn coffee mugs
- Pet Peeves: Loud chewers, people touching her stuff without asking
- Relax Mode: Reads weird history books, fixes broken shit like it’s therapy
The “Accidental” Coffee Run
Planned my move. Parked near her favorite cafe last Tuesday. Walked in like “Oh hey! Small world huh?”. Bought her oat milk latte – remembered her complaining about dairy at the BBQ. Her eyes went full 🥺 mode. Then panicked when she tried paying back. I said “Next one’s yours” with that Scorpio death stare. She blinked first. Win.
The Waiting Game Sucks
Big mistake #1: Double-texted about some museum exhibit. Radio silence. Felt like an idiot waiting for that 💬 bubble. Realized Virgos process EVERYTHING internally. Gave her four days. Boom – she replied with three paragraphs analyzing the exhibit’s lighting design. Typical. Played it cool: “Knew you’d spot that.”
Trapped Her With Logic
Asked her to fix my busted speaker last Friday. Virgos CRAVE feeling useful. Watched her dismantle it with a butter knife (hot). Made her explain every step – she got all sparkly-eyed. “Most guys just hand me things” she mumbled. Yeah cause they’re dumb. Offered pizza as payment. She stayed till midnight debating pineapple as topping. Progress.
Touchy Subject No Joke
Tried holding her hand yesterday. She froze like I pointed a gun at her. Backed off instantly. “Too fast?” Her nod was microscopic. Shit. Scorpio ego bruised BUT remembered Virgos hate surprises. Next time? Asked to fix her bracelet – “accidentally” brushed her wrist. No recoil. Victory tastes like cheap metal.
Where We At Now?
She sent me a spreadsheet ranking local pizza joints at 2am. Textbook Virgo affection. Still calls me “punctuality-challenged Scorpio mess” but brought me coffee today. Scalding hot, exact order memorized. That’s her love language.
Take it from my dumb ass:
- Virgos need DETAILS. Notice her pen color changed? Mention it.
- NEVER rush physical stuff. Ask permission to breathe near her.
- Let her organize your chaos. Pretend your life needs her systems.
Still haven’t kissed her. But that spreadsheet? Basically a Virgo love letter. Slow burn sucks… but damn the heat’s real.
