My life is kind of like the movie "Ground Hog Day."
6:00 am rolls around and there's a different person sleeping next to me, or just a pet.
Loosing interest in a relationship has been the biggest obstacle for me. My fiance died years ago, and just haven't come across someone where the trust level has let the love level go deep enough to make it through the in-between days.
I'm sorry that you lost your fiance, even though it was years ago.
In saying that there's a different person sleeping next to you often, are you talking about one-night stands?
I never really put too much into the future.. I figured if I found somebody I would want to get married to then great! If not.. oh well.. I am perfectly fine on my own.. true I do get lonely sometimes.. but in a way I enjoy being able to control when I'm around people or not.
Before the one I'm in now.. I never been able to stay in relationships too long because I would become bored, or want my space.. or just decide I don't like them anymore.. (??)
I admire the ability to be perfectly fine on your own that ISTPs have. I wish I could be like that. I didn't like being single because it just took too much effort to go out and be around other people. I realized that I really need the companionship of marriage. My husband is an ISTP, which works well, because I understand his need for space- I have the same need sometimes.
I posed the thread question, however, due to curiosity about an ISTP male friend. He is middle-aged, single, clearly likes women, is devoted to his artistic hobby which he makes a living from, has girlfriends here and there, but has never gotten married. He is very smart, attractive, sexy, very talented, etc., so it amazes me that
out of all of those years of living he hasn't found anyone that he wants to be committed to! Maybe he's at the extreme end of the spectrum of ISTPs who value independence? Or perhaps he fell in love with someone years ago who hurt him so badly that he will never allow himself to fall in love again? Or maybe he was about to marry someone who got killed in a car crash and never got over it? Maybe he's a serial killer and his apartment is filled with pickled body parts? My imagination just runs wild, as you can see.
