Alright let’s dive into my little experiment about whether two Virgos make a starry-eyed couple or just star-crossed nerds in love. I got curious ’cause folks kept saying it should be textbook perfect, both being meticulous and all.
Where I Started
I thought, hey, I’m a Virgo guy. September 5th birthday, if you’re wondering. And I kept meeting Virgo women – like, a lot. Seems my library book club and that weirdly organized pottery class are Virgo magnets. So I decided, what the heck, let’s see if dating my own kind is as smooth as the horoscopes promise.
The First Date Setup
Met Sarah on a Wednesday evening – only day that worked for both our color-coded planners. We chose a quiet café known for its insane cleanliness standards. Points scored already. Arrived exactly 7 minutes early each. Ordered the same herbal tea. Laughed awkwardly about it.
Our conversation? We immediately jumped into:
- Dissecting the café’s menu typos (three! she counted).
- Debating the optimal shelf organization method for spices (alphabetical vs. frequency of use).
- Mutually stressing over a slightly crooked picture frame on the wall.
The Nitty Gritty Reality Check
Now, the glossy stuff sounds cute, right? Two clean, organized souls in sync. But here’s the practice part where it got real:
- Planning Paralysis: Tried planning date two. Spent 45 minutes texting just to pick a dinner spot. We both researched menus, hygiene ratings, parking, public transport schedules… then panicked nothing felt “perfect” enough. Almost canceled.
- The Overthinking Olympics: Sent each other goodnight texts. Then spent 20 mins each dissecting whether “Sleep well!” was warmer than “Sweet dreams!” or if the period after “Thanks.” seemed passive aggressive. Seriously.
- Critic vs. Critic: Cooked together once. That was it. “The carrots aren’t julienned evenly.” “You used wooden spatula on non-stick?” “The recipe explicitly said pinch of salt, that was at least a dash.” Yeah. Tense.
The Big Realization & How We Managed
Perfect match? Nope. But not impossible. Figured out we had to do things differently:
- Swapped perfectionism for “Good Enough Days”. Planned just one “must do” thing each weekend, agreed any mess-ups were laughed off.
- Made a strict rule: No problem-solving immediately after complaining. Just listen and go “ugh, that sucks” first. Saved so many pointless debates!
- Embraced the weird obsession. Actually bonded hard while jointly alphabetizing my vinyl collection one Saturday. Didn’t fight once.
So yeah, the virgo man and virgo woman love match ended up being less automatic magic, more like assembling IKEA furniture together – potential for frustration is high, but get the instructions right (or ditch ’em!) and you might build something solid. Takes work, way more than those articles admit.
