Virgo and dating
Once I dated a Virgo who lecture-ranted me on everything from how he thought whatever laundry detergent i was using was too strong to the correct care of felines and my pronunciation of more or less most words. Enunciation, punctuation, laundry detergents that over-powered one’s actual scent, cats not cared for according to a rigid schedule and even odd looking clouds in the sky. Formations that he thought were inappropriate which all came under the watchful glare of his 24-7 Virgo Vision.
From him, i learned that if you schedule everything ahead, you never need worry about anything again – and that (yes) it is Moet with a hard T – because of the umlaut and that Moet was Dutch not French like Chandon. Despite the chronic stress of the non-stop corrective nagging, the attention detail paid off in other areas. Always remember; Virgo is half school sock monitor and half sacred whore.
And, like the Marines, they have a plan for every contingency. What’s more, calculating is their version of mindfulness. Don’t try to zen them out of it. Because you’ll only send yourself crazy in the process.
Anonymous shares some intense insight…
‘My last Virgo was a three-timing sleaze bag but was scrupulous to serial killer standard. Only happy with secrets and very good liar. Total control freak in the kitchen and used to get a hard on after the cleaner had been. Clean and controlling over others but not in control of himself e.g. Would never brush his teeth at night!’
‘First really serious row with Virgo on the weekend. He criticised me (in front of his friend) for putting the kitchen tongs away wrong and then later grabbed my stomach and said “Someone needs to be dragged to the gym kicking and screaming”,’ Ampersand tells us.