Okay, so last month I stumbled on this Virgo love horoscope thing by Jessica Adams while doomscrolling. Figured, hey, I’m a Virgo, my love life’s drier than burnt toast lately, why not give it a shot? No harm in trying, right? Grabbed my notebook and decided to actually follow the whole month’s advice step by step. Here’s how it went down.
Week 1: Getting My Ducks in a Row
The horoscope kicked off saying Virgos needed to “organize their emotional clutter” before anything else. Honestly? Felt called out. My dating apps were a mess—old matches, half-started convos, zero vibe. So Sunday morning, I brewed coffee, sat cross-legged on the floor, and went scorched-earth mode.
Did the thing:
- Deleted every dating app off my phone. All of ’em.
- Wrote down three non-negotiable traits I actually want in a partner (turns out “plays guitar” isn’t one).
- Cleaned out my closet—literally. Threw out that itchy sweater from my ex. Symbolic or whatever.
Felt weirdly lighter after. Like emptying a backpack full of rocks.
Week 2: Shooting My Shot (Kinda)
Next bit said Virgos should “initiate conversations fearlessly.” Me? I usually avoid eye contact at the grocery store. But fine, I played along. Saw that guy Mike from yoga class always using the blue mat—we’d never spoken. Following Jessica’s advice, I walked right up after class dripping sweat and said, “Hey, your downward dog’s solid.”
It flopped. Hard.
- Mike blinked. Said, “Thanks…?” and bolted.
- Felt my face turn tomato-red. Wanted to evaporate.
Total cringe. BUT then at the café later, I joked with the barista about his Star Wars pin. We ended up talking for 20 minutes about trashy sci-fi novels. Small win? Maybe.
Week 3: Embracing the Awkward
Mid-month, the horoscope warned about “overthinking sparks into wildfires.” Nailed it. I’d dissect texts like a forensic scientist. So when Sarah from work asked if I wanted to grab lunch, I almost canceled—convinced she pitied me after the Mike disaster.
Did it anyway:
- Went to lunch. Didn’t over-analyze if she meant “as friends.”
- Just… ate tacos. Laughed at her terrible boss stories.
We’re hanging out again Saturday. Not romantic, but hey—didn’t self-sabotage. Progress.
Week 4: The Plot Twist (Sorta)
Final week’s advice: “Expect surprises in mundane places.” Rolled my eyes. But yesterday? At the laundromat folding my grim reaper pajamas, this guy—Tom—asked if I knew how the hell the industrial dryer worked. We got talking. Turns out he’s into weird documentaries too. Got his number scrawled on a Tide pod box. Classy.
Is Tom my soulmate? Dunno. But I followed Jessica’s steps:
- Didn’t rush it.
- Didn’t panic-text friends for analysis.
- Just… let it be a laundromat chat.
Weirdly peaceful, actually.
So… Did It Work?
My love life ain’t a rom-com yet. Still single. But here’s the kicker: I stopped obsessing about being single. Cleared out the chaos, said “hi” to a few humans, survived the awkwardness. Feels less like chasing some grand romance and more like… tidying my emotional house one dust bunny at a time. Maybe Jessica’s onto something. Or maybe I’m just less wound up. Either way? Worth the experiment.
