Leo Man and Virgo Woman Compatibility
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Wendy Moira Angela Darling,” she replied with some
satisfaction. “What is your name?”
She was already sure that he must be Peter, but it did seem
a comparatively short name.
“Is that all?”
“Yes,” he said rather sharply. He felt for the first time
that it was a shortish name.
The first thing that happens when the Lion meets the Virgin is that he’ll be stirred by a powerful urge to protect this lovely, dainty lady from Life’s ugly and unhappy experiences, with his great strength and loving heart. The second thing that happens, after a while, is that he begins to feel a faint sense of unease. He’ll find himself uncomfortably aware, as he glances in the mirror, that he perhaps needs a haircut. Then he’ll notice several heretofore-ignored small spots on his best jacket, which he hastens to send off to the cleaners. His shoes suddenly appear to be shamefully shabby, and he decides to buy several new pairs.
While he’s shopping, the thought strikes him that his wardrobe could also use some new shirts, maybe in slightly more subdued shades than the vividly colored ones he’s been wearing. (Or the drab ones he’s been wearing, whichever.) Gradually, there steals into his mind a vaguely disturbing suspicion that his grammar may not be the model of perfection he’s believed it to be all his life until now, and so he’ll drift into occasional periods of silence (from a LEO – SILENCE? Yes.) and start to peek in the dictionary, when he’s sure she isn’t looking, to make certain the word he just used when they were talking means what he always thought it meant.
It isn’t that she actually said anything, you understand. She’s too polite to criticize him verbally or directly (at least, until she knows him better), but it’s the way she looks at him.. . that cool glance from her clear, beautiful eyes .. . the barest suggestion of disapproval fleeting across her tranquil, composed features. Not quite distaste, but a bit too close to it for his vanity’s comfort.
The Lion is dangerously near to being tamed. And she doesn’t even carry a whip – or a pistol loaded with blank caps. Music tames the savage beast, they say. And the soft music of Virgo’s meticulous nature, discrimination, and exquisite sense of loveliness, accompanied by Virgo’s gentle, courteous manners and her endearing way of making clear her respect and admiration for his virtues, is capable of turning the most ego-oriented, roaring Leo male into a docile, playful Pussycat, purring contentedly and rolling ecstatically in the catnip of her charm.
If she’s careful not to overdo it, her technique will work wonders with the Big Cat. He’ll adore her for making him feel so worshiped, without suspecting she’s behind the gradual changes in his life-style. After a time, he’ll lose his uneasiness, begin to feel more relaxed, pleased with his new image, more self-confident than ever. There’s no doubt that persuading a Leo to improve himself, and not destroying his self-esteem in the process, but instead, increasing it, is a rare and worthy accomplishment, for which the Virgo girl should be approvingly patted on her neat, well-groomed head. But should she be carried away by her success to the point of settling down to some serious criticism and nagging, she’ll be crossing the safety line. It’s a fine line, difficult to determine, but since Virgos are experts at drawing and defining fine lines, she stands a good chance of having the common sense (Virgos are all loaded with common sense) to quit when she’s ahead, and switch to a policy of praising him for all those wonderful new changes in himself he initiated. If only everyone had such a great capacity for self-improvement. He’s so introspective, and he possesses such incredible selfdiscipline. It’s truly amazing!
Yes, it is nothing short of amazing to be able to turn what so easily could have been a deflation of the gigantic Leo ego into another genuine reason to tell him how strong and smart he is. Virgo lady, you are amazing. Now please don’t spoil it all. Curb your criticisms once you’ve molded and redesigned him into more or less your idea of masculine perfection. Allow him to retain a few flaws, so he remains human. Otherwise, he’ll soon catch on to what you’ve done (if you keep doing it), and when all the sawdust from his outraged dignity has settled, you’ll find yourself a literal, not symbolic, virgin again…. in a manner of speaking. All alone, without your once-affectionate, loving, and loyal mate. Don’t split hairs with me, please. That’s close enough to being an actual virgin. There’s not a great deal of difference.
If you insist on analyzing it down to the last straw, it’s really worse, because a literal virgin doesn’t know what she’s missed by not having experienced the fulfillment of true love. You will know. And you will suffer – from the memory of former happiness. Better to let him make a mistake now and then, wear an occasional gaudy sport shirt, overestimate his bank balance – better to smile when he stretches a story a bit in the telling, to let him believe he’s as good a driver as he thinks he is, and never remind him that he sometimes takes the wrong freeway when he’s in charge of the road map .. all those things. Wouldn’t you say? Why tell him the fudge he makes when he’s puttering around in the kitchen is too soft, his noodle casserole too hard, his baritone, when he sings in the shower, more off key than in key? What can you win? Nothing. But you can lose a lot. Like – him. And that’s a lot.
When this relationship works, it’s such a quietly beautiful thing. Despite the Virgo woman’s tendency to be supercritical of others – and almost cruelly critical of herself – the vibes passing between the Virgin and the Lion in their 2- 12 Sun Sign Pattern allow her to be exceptionally sparing and tolerant in her judgment of this man. Her sympathy for his attitudes, as foreign as they may be to her own, stems from her karmic soul memory of having recently experienced the Leonine motivations (Leo representing the twelfth house of Karma to Virgo). There’s always the possibility (especially if there’s a negative exchange between the Sun and Moon positions in both birth charts) that she’ll slip once in a while, and nag him a little, but on the whole, he’ll probably accept it rather well. When she steps too firmly on his sensitive Lion’s tail, he’ll emit a medium-sized roar of warning, and she’ll sweetly apologize. Yet, all things considered, harmony is easily restored between them, after minor misunderstandings.
In the final analysis, Leo will have his own way. She may drop subtle hints, and sometimes he’ll permit himself to be swayed by her suggestions, but only if it suits him to do so. It will be his choice. He is the unquestioned authority, his must be the last wise word regarding all major decisions and questions. (Or it had better be, unless she wants to nurse him through depressing periods of wounded vanity and pouting.) The really nice thing is that because she so gently and pleasantly submits to his royal majesty’s preferences most of the time, he’ll feel free to pour out to her gratefully, in return, all the warm sunniness of his Leonine nature, treating this polite, intelligent, and clear-eyed woman with an almost tangible benevolence. More than anyone, she’ll experience the Lion’s true nobility and generosity, therefore her obvious adoration of him won’t be insincere, but will be from her heart.
Every Leo ever born is “in love with love,” a quality that makes the typical Lion an unsurpassed lover. He’s undeniably sensuous, yet he’s equally sentimental. As erotic as his desires often are, there’s always the added dimension of honesty and naturalness to his lovemaking, which allows the Virgo woman to trust him enough to be relaxed in his arms, and to give more of herself than is her normal inclination. There’s something so unmistakably cozy and comfortable about the sexual behavior of the Leo man. He has a way of turning the physical demonstration of love into a gesture of tenderness, creating a feeling of emotional security that makes sex both an expression of passion and a warm, protective thing. On a subconscious level, this calls out to all that is virginal and pure within the Virgo nature, and so she responds with enthusiasm, and with a touching faith in his gentleness.
Leo has both an open mind and an open heart when his self-confidence is nurtured, which is why Lions are so lovable and huggable (and also why it’s so easy to forgive their spells of insufferable pride and arrogance). In turn, the appealing simplicity of her sexual attitude arouses in him the very best side of his lovemaking talents, which are considerable. One thing which could smother their physical harmony is the always-present possibility that she may choose a moment when he’s silently contemplating romance to be unnecessarily outspoken over some minor issue, resulting in a glance of frozen dignity from her Lion, and a wounded retreat… maybe all the way to carrying his pillow and blanket to the couch in the den, where he’ll pout like an exiled monarch, and sleep alone. But he’ll be back by morning, when his feet get cold, and the mood to snuggle returns.
Oddly, these two may both sleep a lot. They share the kind of metabolism that requires more than eight hours of sleep a night (if they’re typical of their Sun Signs). They’ll usually retire early, and rise early. Leo needs a nightly long span of snoozing to replenish his splendid physical stamina. She needs the extra slumber to replenish the mental energy she uses in such great amounts all day long worrying about things, and trying not to show it. The Lion may also sneak in a few cat naps in the late afternoon, which could cause her to think he’s lazy, at first. But the male Lion, like the jungle Lion, only appears to be lazy. After a while, he’ll yawn, stretch languidly, like a cat, and become busily active, fixing things, sawing things, remodeling something, excitedly suggesting a trip or some new adventure, in short – taking care of business.
The Virgo woman will be absolutely delighted with her Leo man’s ability to fix anything that’s broken (including the small cracks in her heart when she’s hurt), and the fact that he normally doesn’t procrastinate when there’s something that needs his attention, including her. Just as he’ll be delighted with her fastidiousness, her neat appearance, and the cool, attractive image she presents to the public at all times. Leos do love being able to exhibit their ladies (like their accomplishments) with pride. He’ll be particularly proud of her fine mind. Many Leo men tend to marry women who are neither their intellectual superiors or equals, so the King will have an admiring subject to train, teach, and lecture. But the happiest Lion is the one whose girlfriend or wife represents a stimulating mental challenge. The Virgo female will certainly provide him with this.
His personality is ruled by the powerful Sun itself, which is why she often feels so snugly toasted in his presence (and sometimes a little scorched). Her personality is shaped and influenced by both her temporary ruler, Mercury – and Virgo’s true ruling planet, the soon-to-be-discovered Vulcan. On the surface, Mercury causes her to be quick-minded, alert, versatile, and almost constantly active. On a deeper level, the thunderous Vulcan is already stirring within her heart a strange kind of music, promising to free her spirit from former restrictions, daring to hint that she will someday become as courageous and daring, as independent as Leo himself. It’s an intoxicating thought, the anticipation of such a transformation, perhaps not far away. It may be this very promise of the future that sings to his noble Solar self a song of Tomorrow, when they’ll be soaring to even greater heights together!
But meanwhile, in the comforting Now, he’s grateful for her tranquil presence, the practical dreams she brings to him, content to be graced by her cool sweetness, by her fascinating blend of Earth and Sky… to be blessed by her laugh, like silver sleigh bells. His own gift to her each bright new morning they awaken in each other’s arms is a slice of sunshine .. . wrapped in the brave, golden ribbons of his unshakable optimism, his confidence that it’s going to be a beautiful day. As usual, he’s right – isn’t he always? Whatever the weather, it will be a beautiful day, for even the soft, clean rain is a fragrant benediction .. . the sparkling, cold snow a miracle .. . when you love, and know you’re loved in return.