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“Now I know what it feels like to be adored,” Tammy said. I was attracted to Tammy because our physical relationship was unlike any I had ever experienced: I was drawn to her like a magnet. I craved the touch of her hand. I’m not merely being poetic. The
He: You know, you’re welcome at my house anytime. She: Same. He: So… you mean I am welcome at your house anytime? She: Yes. He: Even tonight? She: Yes. He: Like right now? She: Yes. This is not movie dialogue. This really happened to me. The Match I first
Karen was a fine woman. No, she wasn’t. She was the finest woman I’ve ever met. For 35 years, she has spent every day in a windowless office doing one thing and one thing only: making children feel better. So no, she was not a “Karen.” She was
Her name was Kourtney. Her game was Scrabble. She beat me nine games out of ten. That’s exactly why I fell for her. Because, as an INTJ, learning is what turns me on. And I learned by losing to her. For instance, Kourtney had memorized all 107 Scrabble-legal
She: I’m confused. Are you being silly? He: Of course! She: Well, it’s annoying. He: But I was trying to be funny! She: Then try harder. That was Hillary in a nutshell. No wasted words, no sugarcoating. An ESTJ through and through — decisive, structured, and completely unimpressed by
My plane won’t start.” When’s the last time you heard someone say that? Probably never. When Wanda heard me say it, she burst out laughing. Not at the predicament, but at the absurdity — how could anyone who owns an airplane have anything to complain about? That was her
She was 5’10”. I’m only 5’5”. “You’ll only come up to my boobs!” she said. She didn’t seem to care. Neither did I. Because Vanessa was an INFJ – my magnetic match – or so I thought at the time. We had never met in person, but
“You’re never getting me off this boat!” Those were the first words Betty spoke as she stepped over the lifelines into my cockpit. And into my life for the very first time. No “hello.” No “nice to meet you.” But no surprise: she was an INTJ — known for no-
Fiona’s profile was just two sentences, but her actions spoke volumes. When I first met her, I was excited. She was an INFP — close enough to my Magnetic Match, the INFJ, but without all the drama that comes with the “J.” At least, that’s what I thought. But