Okay so last year I got this wild hair up my butt to figure out if me and Dave could actually make it work. See, I’m all Virgo – organized, gotta have lists, freak out when the remote’s outta place. Dave? Total Scorpio. Brooding, secretive, disappears into his cave for days. 2020 lockdown almost blew us apart. Figured I’d actually try some of that astrology stuff people talk about, not just read the fluff. Here’s how it went down.
Getting My Ducks in a Row (Because Virgo)
First thing I did? Went full detective mode. Dug out Dave’s actual birth time from his mom (felt weird asking, but hey). Then I sat my butt down at the kitchen table with a notebook. Printed off a whole bunch of generic compatibility stuff online about Virgo and Scorpio. Highlighted key points:
- Virgo: Critical, practical, anxious, needs order.
- Scorpio: Intense, secretive, suspicious, needs deep connection.
- The Good: Loyalty, dedication, both super observant.
- The Bad: Communication hell, Virgo picks, Scorpio broods.
Stared at that list. Yup. Sounded exactly like us screaming about dishes left in the sink while Dave sulked in the bedroom.
Putting the “Experiment” into Practice
Alright, 2020 was a pressure cooker. Stuck inside this tiny apartment? Prime time for meltdowns. I decided to actually try the advice instead of just complaining.
Step one: Shut Up the Nitpicking
My Virgo urge to point out every damn thing Dave did “wrong” (toilet paper roll direction, anyone?) was strong. I made a rule: Only mention stuff that actually mattered right now. That coffee mug he left out yesterday? Not worth the atomic Scorpio side-eye I’d get bringing it up. Took conscious effort. Bit my tongue a lot. Literally wrote “SHUT UP KAREN” on my hand one day.
Step two: Knock Before Entering the Cave
When Dave went quiet and moody – his Scorpio cave time – I used to poke him like a bear. “What’s wrong?? Talk to me!” Big mistake. Learned that year: “Hey, you seem quiet. Need some space? I’ll be here when you’re ready” worked way better. Left him a damn snack outside the door sometimes. Didn’t magically make him talk sooner, but at least he didn’t lash out.
Step three: Be Real About the Spooky Stuff
Scorpios dig deep talks? Okay, fine. Instead of avoiding heavy topics (Virgo default!), I picked one quiet Sunday. No distractions. Sat on the couch and just… talked. Not about chores, but actual fears. The pandemic mess, job worries, family stuff. Let him go deep without judging his “dark” thoughts. Told him my own anxieties too. Felt terrifyingly vulnerable. But for once, he didn’t retreat. He actually listened, intensely. Felt weirdly connected.
Step four: Watering My Own Damn Grass
Biggest lightbulb moment? Astrology kept saying Scorpios hate neediness. I realized my hovering (Virgo worry!) probably felt suffocating. So I backed off. Planned stuff without him. Got back into painting. Hung out with friends (virtually, sigh 2020). Stopped relying on him for my entire emotional weather forecast. Made a huge difference. Less suffocation for him, less resentment for me.
What Actually Happened? (Spoiler: It Was Messy)
Did it magically fix us? Hell no. We still had blowouts. I still twitched when he left socks on the floor. He still stewed silently sometimes. But:
- Arguments? Shorter. Less scorched earth. My “pick your battles” rule saved countless stupid fights.
- His cave time? Became predictable. Not personal. Stopped panicking.
- The deep talks? Actually happened sometimes. Built some real trust.
- My own sanity? Improved massively doing my own thing.
It wasn’t about becoming perfect star-crossed lovers. It was about finally seeing our differences through this astro lens and trying different damn tools to navigate instead of just bashing our heads together. Less friction. More understanding where the hell the other was coming from.
So yeah, the whole Virgo-Scorpio compatibility thing for 2020? Treating it like a slightly bonkers self-help experiment instead of fatalism actually gave us some practical handles to stop drowning. Who knew?
