So lately I kept seeing astro stuff about Virgo and Taurus compatibility popping up everywhere. I’m a Virgo dating a Taurus for three years now, so I figured hell why not test this myself? Grabbed my journal and started tracking our daily interactions like a damn scientist.
Phase One: Tracking The Good Stuff
First I made a chart with two columns – “Sweet Moments” and “Annoying Shit”. Every night before bed, I’d scribble down what happened that day. Like when my Taurus brought me hot coffee without asking during my work crunch – went straight to “Sweet Moments”. But when he left dirty socks ON the laundry basket instead of IN it? “Annoying Shit” column for sure.
Phase Two: Fighting Patterns
Started noticing how fights go down. Us Virgos wanna dissect everything immediately, right? But Taurus? Nope. That stubborn bull just clams up. One Tuesday I kept poking about why he forgot our date night. Dude literally walked to the kitchen, made a sandwich, and ate it in silence while I vibrated with annoyance. Journal entry that day: “Taurus timeout mode activated – feels like talking to a brick wall.”
Phase Three: Testing Astro Advice
Read online that earth signs show love through acts of service. So I experimented: stopped nagging about chores for a week. Just quietly fixed his busted bike helmet and organized his toolbox. Next morning? Woke up to pancakes shaped like damn hearts. Meanwhile he tried giving me verbal compliments instead of practical stuff – sounded so awkward we both cracked up. Journal note: “Verbal affirmation experiment FAIL. Stick to pancake art.”
After three months of this, patterns jumped out:
- Pros: Crazy stable, never doubt the loyalty. Comfort feels like worn-in sweats. Money fights? Zero – both penny-pinchers.
- Cons: Stubbornness collisions weekly. My overthinking vs his “it’ll be fine” attitude. That silent treatment habit still drives me nuts.
The Ugly Truth Discovery
Real talk moment: Our big blowup happened when his mom visited. I’d deep-cleaned the whole apartment – typical Virgo. He didn’t notice, which triggered my “you don’t appreciate me” spiral. When I snapped about it later? Stonewalled me for hours. That journal page has coffee stains and angry scribbles: “FUCK ASTROLOGY”. But here’s the kicker – next morning I found my favorite plant repotted with fresh soil. No words. Just… plant therapy. That’s when it clicked: all that compatibility stuff works IF you decode each other’s stupid love languages first.
So are Virgo and Taurus compatible? Hell yeah, but it ain’t magic. It’s work. Lots of damn work. Like realizing your partner showing love means fixing your leaky faucet at midnight while you’re showing love by alphabetizing their spice rack. Weird? Sure. Works? Somehow… yes.
