Alright let me tell you this whole Virgo women journey – it started ’cause honestly? I kept hearing these myths. “She’s too picky,” “Impossible to please,” man, it bugged me. Wanted to see the real deal for myself, ‘specially after my buddy Mark got totally wrecked dating one and couldn’t stop complaining.
Step 1: Actually Looking Around
First thing? Put on my glasses and actually observe. Started paying real close attention to the Virgo women I knew – my cousin Sarah, two girls from my gym class, even my damn ex-boss Karen (yeah, that Karen). Instead of just listening to the gossip, I watched what they did.
- Sarah fixing dinner: Girl didn’t just cook. Every veggie chopped perfect, plates arranged neat, napkins folded fancy. Felt like I was in some high-end restaurant, not her tiny apartment. Damn.
- Gym class Virgos: They didn’t just sweat. Had notebooks! Tracked every damn rep, every pound lifted, even water intake. Asked the trainer super specific questions about form. Intense.
- Karen at work: Okay, she was tough. But holy crap, her spreadsheets? Flawless. Reports? Zero typos. Remembered every tiny detail on projects from like two years ago. Scary good.
Pattern screaming at me: Details matter. A LOT. It wasn’t about being mean or critical like people said. They just saw everything. Missed nothing.
Step 2: Trying (And Mostly Failing)
Figured I should test this detail thing myself. How? Picked my cousin Sarah, the safe bet. Planned a casual hangout at my place.
My big plan:
- Got nice coffee (her favorite brand).
- Made brownies (figured, everyone likes brownies).
- Cleaned up a bit (well, shoved stuff in the closet).
She comes in. “Hey Sarah! Got your fav coffee!” She smiled. Good start. Then she walks to the kitchen counter, picks up a sugar spoon. “You usually keep these in the left drawer right under the dish rack, yeah? This seems kinda out of place here.” BAM. Casual observation. Didn’t nag, just… noticed.
Then the brownies. “These smell great! Did you use melted butter or creamed? Mine sometimes get too dense if I melt it…” She wasn’t complaining! She was genuinely into figuring out how the brownie worked. Blew my mind. I just bought a mix!
Absolute failure at “perfection,” but learned tons. Their “criticism”? Often just curiosity or helpful suggestions. I mistook sharp eyes for sharp tongue. Screwed that up.
Step 3: The Flip Side – Loyalty Hits Hard
Okay, cool, they see stuff. But then Mark had another meltdown after his breakup. “She’s so cold! Moved on instantly!” Nah. Kept watching Sarah and another Virgo pal, Jen.
Sarah’s husband got laid off. Nothing fancy. She didn’t post sad quotes. Didn’t cry publicly. Just quietly took on extra freelance gigs, adjusted the budget spreadsheet overnight, kept the house running smooth. Told him, “We’ll sort it, step by step.” No drama. Pure, solid doing.
Jen? Helped her sick mom for MONTHS. Doctor appointments, med schedules, cooking special meals – kept it all running like clockwork, never asking for applause. Her loyalty wasn’t loud promises; it was quiet, relentless action.
My ex-boss Karen? Yeah, terrifying. But when her team messed up a big pitch? She didn’t throw them under the bus to corporate. Took ownership, fixed it, worked them stupid hours to redo it perfectly. Protected her people fiercely when it counted.
Myth busted. Cold? Nah. Reserved? Maybe. But loyal like a damn pitbull once you earn their trust. They just show it by fixing your problems, not hugging it out.
What Actually Happened? My Big Realization
This whole “practice” thing? Changed my thinking completely.
- “Picky” is care. They notice your favourite thing ’cause they actually pay attention. Wanna make you happy? Remember the details they notice.
- “Critical” is helpful. Usually just trying to make stuff better. Learned to not take it personally, listen instead. Their fixes often WORK.
- “Cold” is capable. When shit hits the fan, find a Virgo. They don’t panic, they organize. Don’t promise sunshine, they build the damn shelter.
So yeah, Virgo women? Special? Hell yes. But not for the reasons folks complain about. Because they see the world in tiny, perfect pieces, and work damn hard to keep them fitting together right. Takes a special person to have eyes like that and a heart solid enough to actually use it to help. Mad respect. Won’t be caught calling them “difficult” again.
