I am impulsive, and speak my mind far too quickly. He thinks through everything, including his words.

I work in short bursts of explosive energy. He is steady efficiency.

I love meeting new friends, reuniting with old ones, and making small talk with random strangers when the occasion calls for it. He is fine with a total of twenty people in his life, does not seek out new activity, and thinks there is never an occasion for talking with strangers.

I am of such pathetic engineering and mechanical skills that the wheel would not have been invented yet if all humanity were like me. He is an electrician; need I say more?

I set expectations high, sometimes absurdly so, even for myself. He shoots within a reasonable range and is seldom off-target.

I brood and worry; inclined to deep plunges of despair. He either deals with it, stores it, or forgets it, and is the model of stability in even the roughest of situations.

I am passionate and sometimes ruled by my emotions. He is a controlled, collected, and factual.

I like life to be changing, interesting, even a little risky sometimes. He likes routine, predictability, and safety.

I’m a romantic. He’s a realist.

I like crowds, action, bright lights, public speaking, and shopping malls. He avoids all of those things.

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