The Virgo Experience

Until more recently, my story had gone: “I got every sign, but one: Fucking Virgos”. They’re the most frustrating of signs for me in this game of casual encounters. Even when they’re looking for it, I’ve often had to play a long game (not a Libra’s forte) and they are completely uncharmable — they’ll smile at my efforts, but they’re not moved by them. They won’t move unless they feel like it and that feeling doesn’t come unless they’re sure of that on which they’re moving. And, it’s not a matter of Libra-like indecision. They’re in their heads, for sure, but it’s more a matter of feeling like something will be worth the time, energy, and effort. Even when you can get them to make the choice to have a sexual encounter with you, every step of the way you have to understand, at any moment, if they’re not feeling it, they’ll decisively plant a pole in the ground and let your flag spin in the wind.

Aside from a lovely texting connection I shared with a Virgo I met in the exhibitionists’ group, one that went on for quite a while and finally resulted in a lunch date that ended in a fabulous public make-out session (nothing more), unbeknownst to me at the time, the very first non-intercourse sexual experience I had was a Virgo.

Quite handsome and almost a decade my junior, we met on Tinder, enjoyed some discussion over chat, and met one night after the podcast. He not only was my first…