ENTP & ISTJ

I had envisioned a wonderful future with the ENTP. Our first meeting was initially slightly disappointing, but our conversation gave us a glimpse of how much alike we were, and that was incredibly exciting; his strengths were mine, his weaknesses were also mine. Perhaps he was a little more extroverted and more manual, but we still felt like kindred spirits. He mentioned that an ISTP would make a good pairing with an ENTP, to which I dismissed the idea by saying an N-S would never enjoy the connection of an N-N couple. We spent two weeks exchanging a flurry of texts, coffee breaks that lasted way too long, squeezing drinks with him into my December schedule (if only he knew how special of an act that was) - the way he would pull my coat's hood over my eyes and kiss me, his enthusiasm for taking our conversation in any direction but the current (and maybe a tinge too much of self-talk) - our time together was as bright as it was brief, and after the fizzle I'm left in the dark wondering what to do with myself.

The ISTJ was so gorgeous I didn't actually believe we'd go out on a date, let alone more. It felt rather amusing to not be the pretty one of the pair and to get cut-eye from gay men. He was courteous, straightforward, extremely attentive to my physical needs - he paid for every meal, every cab ride, every drink - it's hard to remember the last time I felt so well taken care of (probably the last ISTJ). Conversation with him however felt a bit interrogative at times (he wanted to absorb every detail) and I started to worry about how challenging it could be for us to remember to accept our differences, especially after a long day at work. Having thought I had him all figured out, he surprised me with a spontaneous comedy bar invitation, a questionable midnight gym session invite, an adorable late night offering of fruit - getting to know each other has been a slow-burning, yet lasting process. After two dates, we established friendship; but yesterday when he coaxed me into our second gym date in a row, his steady gaze on me with those light blue eyes - the same look in that diner at 3am after a night of dancing, as he observed me eat my chicken alfredo - I wondered if it really was just that.