Originally Posted by Jewelchild
Then, whatever you do, back off. Even if you feel like you'll explode if you don't see that INTJ again soon, back the hell off. Go away. Hide yourself under a rock. Give them a chance to breathe, and then casually show up again.
I'm going to print this and stick it on my fridge.
Hell... I'm going to print it out on little cards and hand it out to guys who hit on me.
You know, last week I was sitting outside on the dock at a restaurant I like to go to, eating lunch. I was by myself, listening to music at a table for 4. For some reason I remembered a thread here once about where INTJ's hang out and remembered someone saying that they'd be doing exactly what I was up to at that moment.
I laughed and wondered what kind of come-on would intrigue me enough to let someone sit at my table and talk with me and a kind of daydream started...
Mystery Man would approach the table "Hey... I noticed you sitting here by yourself, would you like some company?"
Me with raised eyebrows "That depends. Are you selling anything?"
Mystery Man sits down without waiting for me to answer with a smirk "Not today. Can't seem to get away from the surveillance long enough."
Me "Ahh. FBI?"
Mystery Man bites his food and shakes his head no. "Nah, their surveillance sucks. I can lose their tail in a half a minute flat. What are you listening to?"
Me, amused "Clapton"
Mystery Man "He's not bad. A little too polished for my liking, but I like some of his stuff."
Me, unwilling to admit he's right "Maybe. I've never seen you here, do you work nearby?"
Mystery Man gives me the look
"I don't think I should tell you that. You could be a stalker."
I laugh at the irony of someone who sat at my table calling me a stalker and wonder if maybe he's a stalker and disguising himself with a clever turn-table remark.
Me, implying that if HE were a stalker I'm prepared "I could be. Do you have your mace and your gun handy?" (I throw in a gun for good measure and exaggeration)
Mystery Man "Of course. I'd never sit down at a strangers table without my Glock. Plus I like shooting at the fish in the water off the dock after I eat. It helps with my digestion"
Me "I usually just give them my leftover pita bread, but whatever floats your boat."
Mystery Man "I used to do that but it made the other clients nervous"
Me, laughing again at the ridiculous conversation we're having that we both know is utter BS.
Mystery Man finishes eating "I have to head back to the office... thanks for letting me crash your table. Care to meet me here again next week? I'll be coming over for lunch on Thursday at about this time."
Me "You never know, I'm here a lot. Have a good day."
*Marks the calendar for next Thursday and sets reminders so she doesn't forget*
The conversation has everything that gets to me...
1. Sarcasm
2. Off the wall comments
3. Humor
4. Confidence
5. Intelligence
Plus there wasn't the added tension of actually being asked out. I was offered a chance to go back to a place where we'd already met with no awkward, put-you-on-the-spot decision making... I'd have a whole week to think about it.
I decided that I should try to seduce myself and all would be well in my world.