You want a story about an INTP and an ENFP that goes well? Here's one: I meet this woman briefly at a training day for political organizers. She's absolutely the QUEEN of canvassing for politicians and issues, so of course she's organizing afternoon effort to get into the field and do so about a social justice issue that was on the ballot at the time. Needless to say, INTP that I am, I
loathe the entire experience. When I get back she's asking around to see how things went, so I give her an earful of my problems with the activity. Seriously: a half an hour, logical speech on why I don't like canvassing. We then go our separate ways.
Three or four months later, guess who steps onto one of the committees I serve on? Guess who can't remember my name and is attributing that story to a completely unrelated soul? Guess who keeps calling me a completely different name? Needless to say: not a great first impression. We basically see one another at the meetings and then disappear from each other's lives. I mean she's passionate and smart, yadda yadda, but really? She can't even get my name right? Obviously not interested in being friends.
Until one night in February of the next year I wander into a local club for a drink and to hang out a bit. There she is... BLASTED out of her mind with some campaign compatriots. We chat for a bit, actually engage in some interesting conversation, and then suddenly she starts leaning on me and swaying to a slow song. Awkward? Yes. Amusing? Yes. But she's drunk, so what does one expect? Little did I know...
The next day she calls me in a completely embarrassed state because she wasn't sure if she had
actually made out with me or just thought about it. We laugh it off and start chatting some more over the next week or so, forming a real friendship, when one night I get a call if I could please come join her at a coffeeshop to talk. I spin my car around and meet her there, where she lays out this huge torrid romance she's been having with a guy... to someone she only really met a week ago. Needless to say, I'm fascinated and we talk until 3 in the morning.
Over the next month, as we do more and more of these conversations, it becomes increasingly obvious where this could be heading. We discuss it, decide that we don't wanna do, to use her words, "the Demi Moore/Ashton Kutcher thing". All is hunky-dory, at least from my perspective, until she collapses into my arms at a pool party in May professing her deep love and attraction to me. I do what any self-respecting INTP does in such situations: freak out quietly and run away. I tell her that I'm not interested and will never be, she says she understands and pretty much figured that would be my response.
The following year and a half can be summarized as a repeating loop of the following: I would do something emotionally insensitive, she would get PISSED, we would talk and reconcile what the problem was, everything would be good, she would confess her attraction again, I would duck and cover. Throughout all that time, though, we kept getting closer and closer. By the end of it, people were assuming that we were
already married. One day I woke up and realized that I didn't mind the thought as much as I once had. That I was all in and that wouldn't change, whether we were officially dating or not. That I was
still completely freaked out . We hung out, we talked, we worked through where I was scared and where I wasn't... and thus our official romantic relationship came to be.
Land sakes but I love her
It only took two years to make it happen!
