Virgo Man and Pisces Woman Compatibility
On cover image- Famous Virgo Man and Pisces Woman – Liam Gallagher and Patsy Kensit
“Peter,” she asked, trying to speak firmly, “what are your
exact feelings for me?”
“Those of a devoted son, Wendy.”
“I thought so,” she said, and went and sat by herself at the
extreme corner of the room.
It’s probably a little sneaky of astrology to give away some of Neptune’s secrets, but if it helps the Virgo man understand his girl Fish better, they’ll both be glad of it someday. You see, this woman who behaves most of the time like an angelic little girl who’s afraid of being scolded – and is ever so grateful for the smallest kindness, this woman who’s so timid and tentative, so uncertain and dependent, needing his strong shoulder to lean against – knows exactly what she’s doing when she thus make-believes. (Pisceans are all quite expert at make-believe, you know.) She is Eve personified, Nature’s gift to the male sex, wrapped in an appealingly feminine package, tied with delicate pink ribbons.
She had an excellent reason for moving to the extreme corner of the room in reaction to his detached reply to her question. There’s always a method to her madness, a clever strategy behind her sensitivity. We’ll explain her secret reason for sitting in the corner like Little Miss Muffet later. It’s important to first give the unsuspecting Virgo man some idea what’s inside this dainty package, tied with the delicate pink ribbons. That way, he’ll be better able to cope with her corner craftiness.
Twelve women. That’s what he can expect to find when he cautiously (Virgos do everything cautiously) unties those ribbons. This sweet, deceptively submissive lady is a whole harem, all by herself. If he’s been memorizing his astrology lessons, like a proper Virgo, he’ll remember that her Pisces Sun Sign carries the seeds of all the other eleven signs around the karmic wheel. That’s why she’s such an exquisitely fine listener (which, by the way, is how she first enticed him). She listens well because she’s wise. She knows. She’s been there – karmically – and since all Pisceans are usually in rather intimate contact with their subconscious selves, she remembers well many things she hasn’t even come close to actually experiencing in this present incarnation. So naturally, she’s a good listener. Why shouldn’t she be? There’s not a single thing anyone on this Earth can nervously confide in her or confess to her sympathetic ear that will cause her to so much as flicker an eyelash in surprise. If one of her twelve karmic memories doesn’t comprehend, a couple of the other eleven will.
Pisces men are much the same, but since this is a double feminine influence (feminine Sun Sign, feminine ruler, Neptune) the female of the species is definitely trickier than the male in the technique of employing feminine wiles. That’s just good, sound astrological common sense. A Virgo man can surely recognize that, after a bit of meditation. He should also be able to see why it is that she confuses his orderly mind and emotions with her chameleon charisma. When she (rarely) becomes aggressive, and unnaturally (for her) spoiled and demanding, shocking him out of his Earth Sign complacency, it’s the small sliver of Aries in her. When she’s occasionally being stubborn, and won’t budge an inch (even more stubborn than he is, and that’s pretty stubborn) it’s the strain of Taurus in her nature that’s causing her mind to be temporarily set in cement,firmly rejecting all his considerable powers of gentle persuasion. Then, when he finally manages to chip away the cement with his quiet Virgo charm, she turns as flighty as a Gemini butterfly, so changeable, she makes swift, wing-footed Mercury himself (Virgo’s foster ruler) seem slow and deliberate. Then she weeps sadly, her tears turning without warning to rich, warm laughter – first snapping at him, then fussing over him like a mother hen – decidedly moody. She’s only revealing the Moon Maiden in her soul. (It was likely during her Cancerian phase that he first began thinking of her maternally, so his answer of “a devoted son” to her query about his feelings for her can be excused.)
Also, there was that strange week when she arrogantly expected him to wait on her hand and foot because she’d sprained her ankle, and was too proud to admit the very real pain she was feeling. (She was under her Lioness influence.) Then once, for a whole month, she was simultaneously so humble and courteous, yet so critical of his every word, he felt vaguely as though he was gazing into a mirror of himself. He was. It happened to be the Virgo scene of her twelve-act drama.
When he drove over to show her, with shy pride, the old Model T Ford he’d fixed up like new, after long, weary hours of tinkering with the engine and body work, she couldn’t decide if she adored it or hated it. First she wanted to go for a ride in it, then she said it depressed her because it was black, and he should have painted it some cheerful color, like maybe mauve, to match her new dress. (She was feeling a brief breath of her Libra balancing act.) Once when he fell asleep and forgot to call her when he promised he would, she got an unlisted number the next day, and refused to answer her doorbell. She was giving him a small Scorpion sting of retaliation for breaking his word to her. Afterwards, when she forgave him, she gave him such a sensual and lingering goodnight kiss, his knees went weak and he nearly blacked out from the impact of her temporary Scorpio passion.
Then there was the morning she told him abruptly that he needed a haircut so badly, she was thinking of getting him a collar and leash, right in front of his mother and his two best friends. (Just one of the stinging arrows from her karmic bow of Sagittarian truth she shoots only very rarely, when her Archer self emerges.)
For a while after that, she was unaccustomedly reserved and quiet (reminding him of a Capricorn girl he once knew) until finally she told him coldly, without the slightest emotion or sentiment, that she didn’t want to get married because she planned to go to Europe to study art, and her career was more important than mere romance – or than him. He was shattered at the hint of icy Saturnine ambition in this normally humble and self-effacing creature he thought he knew so well from having analyzed her so carefully.
Just when he thought things were level again, familiar and comfortable between them, she unexpectedly and suddenly decided to move to a new apartment, within two short days, and forgot to tell him she was moving. She left her new address with the old landlady, but she transposed the street and the number mistakenly, and it took him three months to locate her through her mother, who was in Ohio at the time. When he did locate her, she was dating her yoga teacher. (She was suffering from one of her annual Aquarian lightning bolts of amnesia and eccentricity.)
Eventually – and also essentially – she’s her normal, sweet Piscean self. It’s just that she has those moments, in twelve varieties. But they’re only moments. Most of the time, she’s the dearest, most sympathetic, calm and unruffled lady this side of Heaven. Sentimental and sensitive. Serene and dependable. Still, it’s best that the Virgo man who loves her knows how many of her he’s measuring to see if she fits his idea of a lifelong mate.
Now, would you like to know why she scurried over to the extreme corner of the room after she asked him what his exact feelings for her were, and was disappointed in his answer? (Re: Peter Pan verse at the beginning of this section.) Because she was hurt, and went to the corner to cry with a spider? No. Because she was angry, therefore went to the corner to pout and eat some curds and whey, without offering him a bite? Indeed not. She went to the extreme corner of the room. Remember, I told you she’s wise. She either knew consciously or sensed (same thing to Pisces) about the powerful Sun Sign polarity between them – that their natal Suns were opposed at birth. She knows what that means. After a while, a polarity becomes too magnetic to resist. (Check bar magnet illustration in another portion of this chapter.) So, you see, she knew very well it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes for the magnetism of their astrological “opposition” to draw them together, and if she placed herself physically in exact or extreme opposition to him – well, things would become “physical” even quicker – and he’d be sure to change his answer to something a little heavier than “a devoted son”. She was aware that his actions would soon speak for him and clearly cancel that statement as false. Virgo men tend to rise very early in the morning by nature, but he’ll have to rise very early indeed to stay ahead of the girl Fish.
She was right, of course. Her Neptune strategy worked perfectly. As smooth as satin, as pink as ribbons. Within ten (rather silent and uncomfortable) minutes, he behaved in a surprisingly impulsive way (for a Virgo), rushed across the room, swept her into his arms (not with a broom, that was only a metaphor) and actually wept openly, declaring he didn’t feel at all like “a devoted son” to her, but more like Alexander the Great, burning to conquer the world – the mysterious world of her. Then, wonder of wonders, he actually proposed marriage to his blushing, once again feminine and submissive girl Fish with the dreamy Neptunian eyes.
Earth and Water Signs nearly always blend sexually in sheer ecstasy, very naturally. The passion between these two is seldom less than deep, enriching their love, in faithful imitation of Nature’s own comforting blend of earth and water. She feels safe in his arms, and he feels a new awareness through their lovemaking. Often, a Virgo man loses all his normal self-control with the Pisces girl who’s won his heart, and that’s the best thing that could happen to him. As for her, she’s fulfilled by just the knowing of the peace she brings to him. For he was a man desperately haunted with loneliness until he learned what intensity his imprisoned feelings could contain when he released them with a woman he could trust not to bruise his vulnerability – never to offend his secret image of the purity of sex.
Perhaps Virgo and Pisces love so completely because they sense their dreams are warm and safe with each other. And so their bodies respond freely, with a wisdom of their own, to the intimate and the familiar. There shouldn’t be many bumpy spots in their 7-7 relationship. He’s so clever and she’s so wise (there’s a dram of difference) that if they really try, they can flatten them into smoothness. They’re both Mutable, so it will be easy for them to talk over their problems, and that’s always a huge help. She flirts. There’s no getting around it, she flirts. She’s been doing it since she was six. Men find her magnetically attractive, and she can’t help responding affectionately.
But he should beware of over-analyzing the catholic compassion and listening ear she gives so freely to friends of both sexes as disloyalty or unfaithfulness. It isn’t, and it won’t be, unless he should make it so by continually pouting in resentment, thereby causing it to materialize. (That which we fear surely comes upon us.) Nor should she cause him unnecessary tension and worry over her casual attitude about money. She might try a little harder to balance her checkbook, and stop giving away all the cash they saved for their vacation to the first person she thinks might need it. On the other hand, he shouldn’t excessively stifle her generous impulses because of his own obsession with thrift, make a genuine effort to be looser, with both his finances and his feelings.
This woman can’t remain in love with a man who’s stingy, with either his cash or his emotions. She can’t respect or warm up to a tight fist, a tight bank balance or an uptight personality. It will gradually turn her frigid (and it can sadly drive some Neptunians to drink, from sheer depression and frustration). If he wants to keep all twelve of her happy, he’ll have to learn to relax, take it easy, stop criticizing her when she’s trying to please him, be more giving and natural. As for the girl Fish, she’s simply going to have to stop hiding his favorite magazines and sweaters behind the davenport when company comes, mismating his socks and forgetting to set his alarm clock