I haven't read the entire thread, but just wanted to record here that I am a female INTP, and I simply adore ENFJs. I have had at least four very powerful male ENFJs in my life, and although only one was a lover (briefly), all are so close to me that I know that if I were on my death bed, they would all come and visit to pay last respects if they could. That's how tight we are.
If I could bottle the ENFJ personality and carry it around with me for instant encouragement, I would. For me, they are my mentors and teachers and brothers. I have also been a mentor to at last one of them . . . but they are more my tutors and they do in fact activate me, just as Keirsey suggests. It's true. They bring out the best in me and they love me, genuinely love me like a sister. I feel their sincere admiration and their desire to be around me, just as a natural outcome of our mutual adoration. We are a mutual adoration society.
I spent Thanksgiving this year with one of my oldest ENFJ friends. I was getting a coffee and he was in the car, waiting for me. He was sitting at the wheel and as I approached with the coffee, I felt this incredible surge of emotional security seeing him in the car, patiently waiting . . . and I knew I was safe with him. Does that make sense? Even though we are not lovers, we love each other like family.
ENFJs seem to be interested enough in art and far out theories to make the INTP perfectly happy in conversation with them. They stabilize my wilder theories and keep me grounded, and I pester them enough about my stranger thoughts that they will respond -- willingly, openly, not as though I am some weird specimen (as so many other men do), but with respect and simple admiration.
One dark thread that runs through three of my four ENFJs is alcohol addiction. Two are active alcoholics, one is in recovery, and one never drank or did drugs at all. Of course, INTPs are known for their addiction problems as well, so I'm not pointing fingers here. In fact, I talked to one old ENFJ friend tonight and he was very tipsy . . . and I didn't mind at all. I just felt love for him, even in his diminished state.
Also, a very interesting tidbit here: I am much more psychically attuned to my ENFJ friends. We are psychically aligned, even over long distances. And that's highly unusual just of itself.
I'm still single, so even though my ENFJ guy friends are all married now (and every one of them had big crushes on me when we were all younger . . . now that I think about it) . . . I am going to make a point of trying to find an ENFJ husband. Time and distance and the reality of the phenomenal impact these men have had on my life makes this a no-brainer, even though I've always thought I wanted an extraverted NT. Maybe the ENFJ is the perfect guy for me after all, after all these years, and I just couldn't see it! I'm actually happy about this idea and now all I need to do is figure out where ENFJ men hang out, where I can find them.
