Alright folks, buckle up cause I actually spent a whole year testing this “Taurus and Virgo 2021” compatibility thing people keep googling. Spoiler: It got messy. Real messy. Here’s the whole play-by-play.
The Starting Point: Buying the Hype
Honestly? I kinda rolled my eyes at first. My cousin Sam (solid Taurus, stubborn as a bull, literally) and his on-again-off-again girlfriend Lisa (super organized Virgo, like color-coded sock drawer organized) were circling each other again. All the astrology sites screamed “2021 is YOUR year for stability!” Blah blah practical earth signs, shared values, yadda yadda. Figured, why not? Offered to be their unofficial “compatibility coach.” They laughed, but eventually agreed. Mostly to humor me, I think.
Step 1 was copying down all that fluffy prediction stuff. You know the drill:
- Communication: Supposed to be easy-peasy, logical convos.
- Practicality: “Building a stable foundation together” – whatever that means.
- Routine: Virgo love routines, Taurus love comfort… should be golden, right?
- 2021 Focus: Apparently the stars were aligned for commitment.
Printed it out like it was the freaking blueprint. Big mistake.
The Plan (or, My Bright Idea)
My genius strategy? Get them doing “practical” things together regularly. Stuff the sites said would strengthen their “earth bond.” Convinced them to:
- Joint Budget Meeting: Once a week. Lisa loves spreadsheets. Sam… does not.
- Sunday Meal Prep Ritual: Lisa plans the menu with military precision. Sam just wants to order pizza.
- “Future Vision” Chat: Monthly. Discuss concrete goals – savings, holidays, maybe moving in? Lisa was hyped. Sam got sweaty palms.
Felt confident. Looked super organized on paper. Felt like I was doing science.
Where the Wheels Fell Off (Spectacularly)
Week 3 of Budget Meetings. Lisa presented a beautiful, multi-tab spreadsheet forecasting to 2025. Sam stared blankly, then said, “Or… we just don’t buy that fancy coffee machine?” Cue Lisa’s eye twitch. One Virgo meltdown about “lack of foresight” later…
Meal Prep Sundays turned into a battle zone Week 2. Lisa measured basil down to the leaf. Sam “accidentally” used paprika instead of cayenne. Chaos. Lisa critiquing, Sam sulking. Kitchen looked like a warzone. Turns out, shared practicality means squat when one person’s precision feels like nitpicking and the other’s laid-back style feels like laziness.
The first “Future Vision” chat was a disaster. Lisa wanted a detailed 5-year plan including retirement funds. Sam wanted to talk about the cool new grill he saw. Lisa called him short-sighted. Sam called her controlling. My carefully curated list of “2021 Stability Questions” became firewood. Big revelation? Taurus wants comfort now. Virgo is building comfort for tomorrow. Major clash nobody warned me about.
And the “shared routine” magic? Vanished. Lisa’s 6 AM yoga? Sam was snoring. Sam’s late-night gaming? Drove Lisa up the wall. By mid-year, they were snapping at each other about toothpaste cap protocol and whose turn it was to empty the stupid compost bin. So much for harmonious earth signs.
What Actually Happened (Sans Fluff)
Observed Reality Check:
- Communication? Only logical if you count arguing about the recycling as logic. Mostly miscommunication.
- Practicality? Yeah, in separate universes. Lisa’s practicality was planning. Sam’s was avoiding planning.
- Routine? Torture for both, just different brands.
- 2021 Commitment? They broke up. Again. Late August.
Felt like a total failure. All those websites lied! Or maybe I just implemented it like a drill sergeant. Anyway, my role as “compatibility coach” ended abruptly. Lisa unfriended me briefly. Sam bought the grill.
My Big Takeaway (Besides Humiliation)
Don’t trust generic star sign predictions like a recipe. Seriously. It’s lazy. Two people sharing an “earth sign” label tells you squat about whether she can tolerate his mess or he can handle her constant optimizing. Their personalities clashed way harder than the astrology said they would. The prediction got the ingredients right (earth signs, practicality) but completely missed the cooking instructions. Sometimes, that bull just wants to relax in his pasture, and that maiden wants to reorganize the whole damn farm. Doesn’t mean they fit together, even in a “promising” year.
Practice attempt? Epic fail. Lesson learned the hard way.
