I see ENTPs as God playing a joke, like he would give one type all the brains, determination, willpower, knowhow, charisma, charm, humor, wit, intellect and so on to do ANYTHING they wanted, to take over the entire world and then, he'd give them the attention span of a puppy and absolutely no motivation to do anything even remotely close to that.
Wow, that was profound. Like.
I've had this ice cream bar, since I was a child!
Each thought's completely warped
I'm like a walkin', talkin', ouija board.
ENTP as romantic partner? No. No. And no. (But who am I to say? What the hell is the right type for INFP anyway.)
As friends? Yes and yes. They are offensively hilarious, adventurous, curious and open-minded. If they open the fridge and find my... shoes, they would probably believe I have a perfectly creative reason to leave them in there.
Every group hang-out needs an ENTP.
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