So I decided to write about Virgo men, September ones specifically, after my own rollercoaster experience. Figured I’d track it like an experiment, you know? Hold myself accountable and maybe help someone else dodge a bullet or two.
Starting Point: The Attraction Phase
Met this guy, let’s call him Mark, right at the start of September. Immediately noticed how freaking sharp he was. Brainy? Absolutely. Could dissect anything from the coffee’s origin to the news headline. Seriously impressive, kinda intimidating too. Felt drawn to that quiet confidence, like he had his whole universe under control.
Did what any curious person would do – I watched. Not creepily, just observed during chats and hangouts.
- Observation 1: The guy remembered everything. Like, mentioned my favorite obscure band once, six weeks later he’s sending me a song link. Wild detail focus.
- Observation 2: Massive personal space bubble. Early dates were… scheduled? Like, “Thursday evening, 7 PM, dinner. Ends by 9 PM.” Rigid time blocks. Felt weirdly efficient.
- Observation 3: He’d notice stuff nobody else did – a tiny scuff on my shoe, a slightly off mood. Felt both seen and kinda exposed!
Getting Deeper: The Practical Challenges
Okay, past the shine, reality hit. Trying to plan stuff? Forget spontaneous weekend getaways. Needed spreadsheets. Actual spreadsheets. Pros, cons, cost breakdowns for a simple road trip. His place? Immaculate, borderline sterile. My slightly cluttered coffee table seemed to physically pain him. Found myself tidying frantically before he came over.
Communication was another beast. He’d analyze a casual comment for days, then bring it up like it was a formal debate topic. Needed logic, precision. Saying “You look nice” wasn’t enough; he’d ask, “Nice how? Compared to what baseline?” It was exhausting, sometimes.
The Critical Turning Point
The big clash happened over plans. I suggested a surprise dinner. He hated surprises. Like, visibly recoiled. Wanted a time, place, menu options days in advance. Got super stressed. I felt hurt, called him rigid. Big mistake. He didn’t yell, just got icy calm and analytically explained his need for control to manage anxiety. It wasn’t mean, just… painfully detached. Made me feel like a lab specimen he was observing. The vibe died right then.
- Realization: His “analytical” trait was a shield. Messy emotions scared him.
- My Mistake: Trying to change his fundamental need for order. Like trying to force a cat to swim. Pointless.
Wrapping Up the Experiment
It didn’t last. The constant low-key criticism (even if phrased as “constructive observation”), the emotional distance when things got heavy… it wore me down. He wasn’t a bad guy, just… operating on a different, highly structured frequency.
The big lessons?
- September Virgos show love through acts, not grand speeches.
- That “fixing” urge? Yeah, just don’t. They see the world as needing optimization.
- Their standards are sky-high, for themselves AND you. Be okay with that.
- Neediness or unpredictability triggers their shutdown mode.
- The mental connection is fire – but nurturing the emotional one? That’s the long-haul project.
Ultimately, dating him felt like trying to assemble flat-pack furniture with missing instructions and extra screws. Fascinating experience, learned loads about meticulous people, zero regrets walking away. That hyper-logical, September Virgo energy? Awesome for a buddy, brutally hard work for a relationship unless you thrive on spreadsheets and constructive criticism. Just my two cents!
