Right then, so horoscopes, love, Leo man, Virgo woman – loads of folks swear by it. Personally? Always thought it was a bit of fluff. But, with me being with my Virgo missus for five years now, and me being a proper Leo, I figured why the hell not give those “secret tips” a proper test run? See if there’s any truth to it, or just more starry-eyed nonsense.
The Starting Point
First thing Monday morning, coffee brewed strong enough to wake the neighbours, I cracked open some articles about “Leo Man Virgo Woman Compatibility”. Loads of words like “fiery”, “analytical”, “dramatic”, “practical”. Yeah, well, we know that. The missus does organise the spice rack alphabetically. And I do like a good spotlight moment when we’re out. Felt like stating the obvious, really.
The Big “Secret Tips” Claim
The supposed magic tricks were all about balancing energies. Top things it kept shouting at me:
- Praise the Leo! Don’t just do things together, make sure the Virgo tells the Leo how brilliant he is. Constantly. Apparently.
- Plan Stuff Properly! Virgos hate chaos, Leos hate boredom. So, plan exciting things… meticulously. Good luck with that.
- Let The Leo Lead… Sometimes! Let him feel like King of the Castle, especially in social stuff. But not all the time, mind you.
- Clean Up After Yourself! (Aimed squarely at me, this one). Virgos supposedly crumble at mess. Mine definitely scowls at muddy boots.
Sounded like a recipe for either bliss or absolute bloody misery, depending how you look at it. Decided to try it properly for a whole week. Documented everything. Made notes like I was observing weird animals in the wild.
Operation Praise & Plan
Day 1 – Tuesday: Cooked dinner. Usually just a “thanks, love”. This time? She looked me dead in the eye after one bite and said, “This pasta is exquisitely al dente, darling. You truly have a gift.” Felt nice, actually. Bit over the top though. Did she read my notes?
Day 2 – Wednesday: Tried the planning. Proposed a spontaneous weekend road trip! Then immediately presented a detailed itinerary I’d frantically scribbled down: stops for photos (Leo needs those!), exact lunch spots (pre-booked, naturally), timings down to the minute. Saw her relax visibly. “Oh, you’ve planned it out! That sounds… brilliant.” Win!
Day 3 – Thursday: Left my toolbox out after fixing the sink. Normally guaranteed a sigh. Remembered Tip 4. Sheepishly put everything away before she noticed. She just nodded. Silent victory.
Day 4 – Friday: Pub quiz with mates. Usually, I jump right in shouting answers. This time? Leaned back, let the team discuss. Just gave a final, confident “I reckon it’s Gandhi!” when asked. Felt weirdly powerful. Saw her give me a small approving smile. Weird.
Day 5 – Saturday: Tried the road trip plan. Worked like a bloody charm. Hit every spot, ate great food, loads of photos of me looking rugged by scenic views. Minimal stress. Shocking.
Day 6 – Sunday: Made a huge mess making a fry-up. Eggs everywhere. Started cleaning furiously before she woke up. Bit me when she walked in… on me hoovering bacon crumbs at 7 am. “Alright, what alien replaced my Leo?” she laughed. Whoops.
Day 7 – Monday: Forgot to praise her amazing spreadsheet skills during bill paying. Just got absorbed watching football highlights. Later, noticed she seemed a bit… frosty. Reminded me how easy it was to slip back.
So… What Actually Happened?
Well, it’s not magic. It’s actually bloody simple. Those tips? They’re not instructions, they’re reminders. Reminders about the things that genuinely make the other person feel seen and valued.
- My missus feels safe when things are planned. Knowing I put effort into making things smooth? Big points.
- Does she need to stroke my ego every five minutes? No. But genuine appreciation? Like when she notices I washed the car? Works wonders. Makes me want to do it again.
- Letting me take the reins socially? Makes me feel confident. Her knowing I’ve got her back? Makes her feel supported.
- The cleaning up? Not about being a doormat. Just basic respect. Her space matters. Seeing I get that? Important.
By consciously trying the tips, even clumsily, it forced us to acknowledge the small stuff that builds up over years. The little habits that annoy or delight. After a week, we both realised we’d gotten lazy. Taken the core things that worked for granted. Wasn’t the stars guiding us; it was just paying attention.
Was It Worth It?
Yeah, surprisingly. Not because some horoscope said so, but because it made us stop and think. We argued less that week. Felt more… connected. Happier? Maybe. But mainly just more aware. The biggest secret tip? Forget the stars for a sec. Just remember what makes your actual Virgo woman tick, and what makes your actual Leo man roar (in a good way). Then do a bit more of that stuff. Seems simple, but sometimes you need the universe – or a cheesy horoscope article – to give you a proper nudge.
Won’t be consulting the zodiac for career advice next week though. Might end up running away to join the circus. Probably not the best plan.
