Possibly!
I think I can relate to you in the opposite direction.
Sometimes I will see a face, and I get this strong gut feeling that I have seen that face before, yet my mind struggles trying to remember where I've seen this face.
Oh, man, I hate it when that happens! I can only speak for myself, but when I can't place something, my brain goes mad, coughing up all sorts of images and scenarios, like a police computer washing a photo through a criminal database.
This may be a weird correlation, but I saw this man who'd inherited a piece of Amelia Earhart's Electra when it roughed itself up on a take-off and had to be serviced. This piece was taken to an exact carbon-copy replica of that Electra (which went down with Amelia into oblivion) and a woman who owned the copy took the piece and crawled all over the plane and ultimately found exactly where the piece would have fit on the original. My brain does that. Grabs a piece of information (a face, a voice, a familiar manner etc) and puzzles over it until the "right" match arrives and the mystery is dispelled.
My J doesn't allow for total mysteries to stand for long.
You always point out the most interesting insights that I can completely understand but can never really describe it in words fully.
Glad to hear it!
When I'm coming on to a girl I tend to have that "animal" consuming kind of feel/look, more so passionate and serious than playful.
You wacky ISTPs.
When I didn't know him, and he gave me his number, I initially resisted (my natural knee-jerk reaction in such situations) but he didn't seem put off or affronted in the least, like I'd come to my senses soon enough. lol I remember meeting him like it was yesterday because I was hunched over a hot engine with an ISFP girlfriend and she kept hissing under her breath, "DO NOT turn around... something is stalking you... and it's mighty fine looking."
hahhaha, good timez.
Quick question wouldn't most ISTP's find ENFJ's (and vise versa) somewhat repulsive due to our functions being completely opposite?
Could be, but not from my experience.
ISTPs are so open to everything in general that immediate or patent dismissal of things is somewhat of an anomaly. And as an ENFJ, I've never really experienced any friction on that front.
I've had several varieties of ISTP around me over the years, and they got sorted into three categories: grounded, semi-"neurotic" and "neurotic". (I don't mean "neurotic" to be bad or good... just a designation of what appears to be surges of strong intuition muddying the waters...).
The semi-neurotic and neurotic subtypes were the ones I wound up having entanglements with. I find the grounded ISTPs to be intimidating (but not off-putting). I stare and stare at them like a weird social scientist, picking apart their nuances until I get a cohesive picture of them. The world they inhabit is an astonishing place.
One of my friends from the garage, Blue - he and I were the only punks/fringe people there. He had blue hair (mine was hot pink, or striped) and wore skater clothes. He and I got paired up a lot because he was really good with mechanical things, and was easy to work with. He was droll but hysterical, so he was always doing something silly to make me laugh. Like I said, he sprung me from my snow-bound house the day after a blizzard. Handy guy! I also remember him being especially nice to me when I came back to the garage after a long jag of being ill (onset of what I'm handling even now). I knew we were friends when he stuck around after a lecture, picked up my stuff without being asked and walked with me in silence to the garage.
I have an odd aside. My mother was watching wrestling (I spoke to JAVO about this recently) the other night and this guy was on, Randy Orton, who is so ISTP it's not even funny. It's all male soap opera, of course, which is over the top and hilarious, but beyond the cartoony stuff, I kept staring at the guy because he had this REALLY animal, primal way of moving. It was eerie to look at. My sister was walking by, stopped and remarked on the same thing, that it was like looking at an animal moving around. That level of being in your body, personal ownership I mean, and being unconscious of it is alien to me. I sometimes find it almost frightening, though that's not the word I want.
C.S. Lewis describes the eerie feeling as being a person who's never seen a tiger and is told there's one in the room next door. The feeling isn't fear, it isn't thrilled, it isn't happy or freaked out. It's this intangible, elevated awareness of something next door that could be and do anything. It's that strange pall that hangs over a very very old place, where people have left their mark for centuries and you feel the residue of all those minds and hands and souls.
When my ISTP bff and I rebuilt his old Camaro, the first night he took me out in it, we went to a deserted back stretch of climbing twisting road. He got out, gave me the keys, got into the passenger seat, and told me to romp it. I felt a sort of sensation that I still can't define. The car had gone from fast to warp speed. He used to leave his keys in certain spots in his car, so sometimes he'd come outside after work or school and find her missing (courtesy of me or Jaye) which he found funny. I had a lot of stick time with that car and felt comfortable with it, but after the transplant, she'd gone into realms of power (and I mean CONNECTING power, not tire spinning) that I was very aware that she was possibly beyond me now in her upper registers.
ISTPs are like that. The ones that figure out how to put the power to the ground are like nothing I've ever seen, except maybe ESTPs. I don't fear them or get repelled. I just feel the automatic prompt to never underestimate them.