Okay, so today I figured I’d dig into Virgo love stuff since I’m one myself and well, dating can be messy. Started by pulling out my dog-eared astrology books – the real ones, not internet clickbait. Flipped through pages for hours, coffee going cold on my desk. Focused hard on compatibility chapters, scrawling notes in my bullet journal with a leaky pen. Seriously, ink everywhere.
My Real-Life Observations
Next day, I did what I always do – people-watching at the park café. Spotted my Virgo friend Lina and her partner chatting intensely. He’s a Taurus, totally matched what my notes said about earth signs vibing together. Saw how they discussed coffee orders like it was a military operation – precise, no drama. Took mental notes like a detective.
The Comparison Phase
That afternoon, grabbed my cousin Maya who dates a Pisces. Holy mismatch. Watched her visibly cringe when he showed up late with wet shoes, tracking mud everywhere. Textbook Virgo reaction! Jotted down how she compulsively wiped the table three times during their talk. My notebooks are full of these awkward moments now.
Conclusion After Testing
After comparing book theories with actual eyeball observations, here’s what holds up:
- Capricorn wins. Saw two Virgo-Cap couples last month handling tax paperwork together. Seriously romantic? Nope. But zero bickering.
- Taurus as runner-up. Comfortable silences, practical gifts – like that time Lina got excited about a vacuum cleaner upgrade.
- Cancer is risky. Might work if they’re tidy. Witnessed one cry over toast crumbs – instant dealbreaker.
Anyway, stopped believing in “perfect” matches. Real talk? Virgos thrive with any sign that doesn’t leave socks on the floor. Might sound boring, but hey – functional beats flashy every time.
