Leo Woman and Virgo Man Compatibility
Linda Goodman is renowned best selling astrologer who has written books on Astrology and in depth knowledge of Signs, which has redefined the way of Astrology.
This post is based on Linda Goodman’s Book “A NEW APPROACH TO THE HUMAN HEART LINDA GOODMAN’S LOVE SIGNS” for the Love Compatibility of Leo woman with Virgo man.
Peter could be exceedingly polite also … .
…. he rose and bowed to her beautifully.
She was much pleased, and bowed beautifully
to him from the bed.
Do you think, perhaps, that bowing before the Lioness as she lies languidly in her bed is asking too much of her Virgo lover-friend-mate-husband? (In a good marriage, all four terms apply, and are interchangeable.) Back to the question. It may possibly be asking too much of him, but it could never be an excessive homage to pay to her. I sense some of you smiling, others laughing aloud in disbelief. Never mind, astrology will, as always, have the last word. Those males of any Sun Sign whatsoever who are reading this, and who have a Leo wife, I double-triple-dare-you to try it tomorrow morning. Don’t startle her suddenly. Begin by bringing her breakfast in bed, on a tray, if it’s only fruit juice and tea or coffee. She may evidence surprise by a discreetly raised eyebrow, but she’ll thank you graciously. At that very moment, drop to your knees on the floor beside her, projecting a blend of half-jesting, half-earnestness, take her hand, place it against your cheek, and say softly: “This is the only way I can think of to show you how much you mean to me.”
However “stagey” or dramatic it may sound, I don’t care who she is, if she’s a Leo woman (unless she was adopted, and is actually a Capricorn, in which case she’ll believe you’ve gone mad), this lady will smile her very brightest smile, her eyes will glow, her cheeks will turn pink with pleasure – and she’ll look at you with so much love, you’ll be momentarily stunned, and forget all about feeling foolish. Try it, and see for yourself. There’s not a Lioness anywhere in the world that sort of scene would embarrass. It’s really astonishing how casually and gracefully a Leo will accept any display of worship as perfectly natural and right. Some Leos demand it, all of them desire it – and not a one of them will ever refuse it. That’s an absolute fact.
Now can you picture a woman with such an overwhelming need to be adored, in love with a Virgo man, who also loves her, yet who finds it difficult to select a sentimental card for her birthday, is too shy to even glance at her affectionately in front of others, let alone hold her hand or put his arm around her when anyone else is looking – a Virgo who only says “I love you” to his Lioness maybe once a year, who scolds her about her extravagance constantly, insisting that she add and subtract every canceled check on the calculator, while she’s just standing there before him bravely, too proud to cry – wearing a new sweater, a new hair style, a different shade of lipstick, her eyes begging him in vain to tell her she looks beautiful? Have you pictured it? You have, and it makes you sad? Wait. There’s another sad picture to paint. Hang on to your hanky.
A Virgo male can actually suffer from vertigo and high blood pressure when he’s forced to live in the midst of clutter and confusion. This man must have order in his life and his surroundings, or his nervous system goes haywire. Practical and conservative by nature (unless the Moon or Ascendent in his nativity is in a Fire or Air Sign), he abhors waste and extravagance. He worries about his health, frets over details, and when his patterns are broken or even momentarily interrupted, it brings on dizziness and a tightness in the chest. He panics when his personal possessions are mislaid or destroyed. Loud voices and dramatic emotional scenes tear at his tranquility. He’s gentle, somewhat introverted and sensitive, therefore, when something humiliates him, he nearly wishes he were dead. (Or at least, mercifully unconscious.)
Now, picture a man possessed of such set habits, such methodical ways and delicate emotional stability, in love with a Lioness, who also loves him, yet insists on spending twice as much money as they both earn to buy every luxury she sees that appeals to her, rearranges his desk and his bureau periodically and throws out his favorite socks and ties if the colors should happen to displease her, without bothering to tell him. Add a few more brush strokes to the picture. Imagine this warm and loving Lioness unconsciously and thoughtlessly leaving her makeup on the bathroom sink, carelessly strewing her negligees around the bedroom, as though she expected a team of servants to make it all neat and tidy, becoming annoyed with her Virgo man when he’s offended her dignity in some minor way, and punishing him with a Leonine lecture in front of the plumber or their parakeet.
Can you imagine the feelings of this sensitive male creature when she tells him tales about all her old boy friends at night, just before they go to bed, while he’s just standing there before her, humbly, wearing the pajamas she stained with bleach, with a large rip down the side he awkwardly tried to sew himself, resulting in one leg being four inches shorter than the other .. . nervously aware, as she’s reciting her romantic episodes of yesterday, that the alarm clock is broken, which means he might oversleep and be late for work the next morning . . . trying to forget that she smashed the rear fender on the car that afternoon, and didn’t mail in the car insurance payment last month because she was involved in redecorating the den, which forced him to take out a second mortgage on the house to pay for it?
You won’t need any further imagination to know what will happen after the foregoing scene, when the lights go out. The Lioness will be wounded because her mate falls instantly asleep (in the manner of one enduring a complete nervous collapse) without kissing her goodnight. It’s even possible that she’ll be more offended in the morning, because the poor man talked in his sleep all night long, and it kept her from getting her proper beauty rest. It’s all his fault, she tells him, as she gazes into the mirror and sees dark circles under her eyes.
Yes, these are all extremes of behavior, but the extremes are helpful as warnings to a man and woman who must be more careful of one another’s Achilles heels if they expect to nourish, not starve, the love they felt when they first met.
The self-centeredness, vanity, and pride of a Lioness are magically transformed into gracious consideration and loving generosity when she’s properly pampered and adored – when her own feelings are respected, yes, even revered. Just as the fussy fault-finding and cool detachment of the Virgo man is magically transformed into tender solicitude, into a calmer and at the same time a more friendly, outgoing manner – when he’s courteously treated and genuinely appreciated, rather than constantly agitated.
If he wants to make this relationship work, he must realize at the outset that he’ll have to curb his natural inclination to be critical, if not forego it altogether. To criticize this woman is to guarantee trouble. Her Leo pride makes it more painful than he could ever comprehend (or than she’ll ever show) to accept even the slightest criticism. One might think it would be easier to take from the man who loves her. Not so with the Leo woman. It hurts even more when the man she cares about finds fault with something she does or says, with her appearance or her personality, than when others disapprove of her. The only way to change the Lioness is through subtle hints, using the utmost tact, never by outright criticism, and certainly not by nagging. She must be allowed to retain the illusion that she’s more or less above reproach. One doesn’t tell a monarch she’s wrong, one very carefully suggests a better plan. At first, such a total curbing of his critical instincts will frustrate the Virgo man, but he’ll simply have to get the hang of it, or resign himself to the inevitability that the Lioness he captured will escape from the confining cage of his criticisms, to wander free again.
The choice is clear-cut, and his to make. Although it’s never easy for a Virgo to gracefully pay compliments, he must learn to satisfy this lady’s hunger and thirst for admiration. He’ll master the art more quickly when he sees what frequent and sincere compliments can do to sweeten and soften her disposition, how they turn her angry roar or proud pouting into a contented purring. An affectionate word or two, spoken at the right moment, will bring forth her sunny personality in all its brilliance. The Lioness is a noble “animal,” and when her Sun-ruled qualities are encouraged, not buried under tons of earthy Virgo conservatism, she can be an eternal bubbling fountain of hope and happiness, wonderful to be around, in every way – and capable of creating exactly the kind of harmonious atmosphere he needs. She becomes lazy and careless only when she’s bored and unappreciated.
Naturally, she’ll have to come down off her throne and meet him halfway. She should never argue with him at mealtimes, when he’s eating his lentils and garbanzo beans, because tense emotions turn food into acids, which create severe indigestion. If she cares enough to take trouble to try to understand his personal emotional metabolism, how he feels obligated to solve every minor and major problem that crosses his path because he believes that if everything isn’t fine and perfect, his world will fall apart, her generous heart will find a way to unwrinkle his brow and smooth away many of his tensions. She might remind him that perfection itself is an imperfection, removing the charm of contrast from life, all the exciting textures formed by light and shadow, leaving only a flat surface, dull and unexciting. But she should explain these things to him gently, not arrogantly, taking care to respect his opinions too – and really listening to what he says when they talk, instead of simply waiting for her turn to be heard.
Unless there’s both mental and emotional communication between them, they can’t expect their sexual union to be everything it should (and could) be. There will be times when his lovemaking is too unresponsive and mechanical for her more spontaneous desires, then her visible disapproval will add to his humiliation and discouragement. Her icy aloofness can be a sexual depressant – and his silent Virgo criticism isn’t exactly Nature’s most effective aphrodisiac either. He needs to allow himself more freedom and enthusiasm in his sexual expression to know that lovemaking is meant to be an intimate sharing, with no fear of rejection, not simply a guarded, partial release of feeling – that the overwhelming experience of physical blending between a man and woman is more than simply a controlled exchange of affection. She needs to realize that passion can sometimes be a quiet thing, like a whisper. Often, all it takes to join their hearts and bring them to the kind of total fulfillment they’re capable of achieving together is a change of attitudes – and a little extra effort in understanding one another’s deeper needs, which are not so different as they may seem.
Because they’re influenced by the 2-12 vibration, he may in some way represent either a material or an emotional security to her, while she senses there are many lessons of happiness to be learned from this intelligent, conscientious man. He’s sure to grow more tenderly tolerant of her independent, impulsive temperament as they become more familiar. If she’s patient, she’ll notice that he takes a shy pride in her beauty and accomplishments. The love between Leo and Virgo is like a flame that burns slowly but steadily brighter every year, if it’s carefully tended and shielded from the winds of selfishness.
He’s a strangely remote man, sometimes extremely sensitive, at other times stubbornly insensitive, with a stern symmetry to his emotional patterns. But his spirit lives in a peaceful stillness. The cool, marble halls of his reflections are a restful place for her own spirit to visit and sometimes he does things, in his quiet manner, which are really extraordinarily touching. When their life together threatens to become a little too neat and precise, it’s up to her to impulsively throw open the windows so the sunshine can pour in, and give their love a more lived-in feeling. I wonder what would happen if she surprised him by bringing him his breakfast in bed some morning? It should be very early, before dawn, because he might think of a special way to thank her that could take a long time .. . and she’ll have to be sure it doesn’t make him late for work.