So last year I figured, why not actually follow my Virgo monthly love horoscope? Like, step-by-step, no skipping around. Wanted to see if that stuff held water or just made me feel silly. Here’s how it actually went down, month by month. No sugarcoating.
Starting Point: The Plan
Grabbed my phone January 1st, pulled up the forecast. It basically said: “Virgo, stop overthinking love! Be spontaneous for once.” Laughed out loud. Spontaneous? Me? My grocery list has backups. But fine. Decided right then to say yes to every single social invite that month. Even the weird ones. Spoiler: it was messy.
Month 1: January – “Spontaneous” Disasters
Friend invited me to a random karaoke night. Normally? Nope. Too loud, too chaotic. But the horoscope whispered in my ear. Went. Sang horribly off-key. Some dude spilled beer on my shoes. Talked to exactly zero potential dates. Ended up hiding by the coat rack until it was over. Verdict? Felt less like romance, more like punishment. Horoscope advice: 0/10.
Month 2: February – Communication Breakdown
February’s tip: “Speak your hidden feelings!” Okay. Had a tiny crush on this guy from my coffee spot. Always chatted about beans. Horoscope said: Tell him. Practiced my line in the mirror: “I like your taste in coffee… and maybe other things?” Walked in, saw him laughing with the barista. My mouth dried up. Ordered my usual, mumbled “thanks,” ran out. Texted my bestie: “ABORTED MISSION.” Horoscope advice still failing hard.
Month 3: March – The Self-Care Detour
March threw me: “Focus on YOU. Love follows.” Huh. Less pressure? Deal. Did stuff just for me:
- Started baking sourdough (burnt the first three loaves)
- Finally read that novel on my shelf (fell asleep halfway)
- Took solo walks in the park (mostly people-watched joggers)
No dates appeared. But honestly? Felt calmer. Less like hunting, more like breathing. Weirdly okay.
The Summer Rollercoaster
Months rolled by. April’s “Rekindle an old flame!” text had me digging through ancient Facebook messages. Found my high school boyfriend. Messaged him. Got back: “Who is this?” Hard pass. July said: “Travel brings love!” Could only afford a day trip to the next town over. Tried to look mysterious at a diner. Just got ketchup on my shirt.
The Big Shift: November
November forecast hyped: “A committed vibe is coming!” Honestly? Was ready to ignore it. By then the horoscope felt like a nagging aunt. But then… met someone at that very same coffee shop. Didn’t even look at the horoscope first! Just actually talked. About dumb stuff. Books, bad weather, his terrible dog’s name (Lord Fluffernutter, seriously). No pressure. It just… clicked. Asked him out for once. Simple coffee. He said yes.
December Reality Check
Horoscope screamed: “DIVE INTO INTENSITY!” Meanwhile, we were still figuring out if we both hated pineapple on pizza (we do). Didn’t rush. Didn’t overplan dates. Watched terrible movies on his lumpy couch. Turns out, ignoring the “intensity” advice? Best move ever.
Final Takeaway?
Following that horoscope like a rulebook? Mostly stressful or awkward. Made me do stuff that wasn’t really me. But making space for myself back in March? That stuck. And sometimes, just putting down the damn rulebook and letting things happen without checking the stars? That’s what actually worked. Virgo’s big 2021 romance lesson wasn’t in the prediction – it was in learning to chill the heck out.
