My husband is an INTP. I am an INFP. My shrink used to tell me that the more letters that match, the better because opposites attract…chaos.
Actually, I never understood how a J and a P can live together because we Ps are a mess and hate schedules and can’t be on time and Js like all that stuff.
I’d prefer my dinner party to my husband’s, that’s for sure. He’d choose to eat alone. Or with the dogs. When he gets enough of people, he just goes to bed. Or leaves if we are out.
Sherry Caris, I will write my party and read everyone’s when I’ve rested up. I’m worn out from playing Joan d’Arc.