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Pic of the Week.

Mexican brunch remains.

Mexican brunch remains.

Last week was incredibly rough.

Nothing traumatic happened per se, it was more about the impact of several events all rolled up and combined with my case of the blues.

Even though my blog has “Bitter” in its title, I do try and keep things on the uptick ’round here. But the truth is, things aren’t always so easy. And if there is one thing I’ve always promised my readers, clients, friends, and editors in my 13 years as a writer, it’s that I will always be honest. Even if that honesty is ugly; so, let’s do this.

For starters, it was my first full week of work in awhile — there was Labor Day, and then my beach trip, which gave me two awesome short weeks at the office, right in a row.

I mentioned a few weeks ago, that I recently got into some trouble at work (someone screen-capped my personal Twitter feed), and I was told that I was not a good representation of our office (um, duh), and that I should be ashamed to even show my face at work.

And while I don’t believe I did anything wrong, I’ve tried my best to follow orders and basically hide in my office for the last few weeks. I put up curtains, got a candle warmer, hung photos on the wall, and strings of lights around shelves. I even put in a microwave so I wouldn’t have to visit the break room.

So, when I get to work, I go straight to my 3rd floor, corner office, and I work all day, not stopping for lunch.

But I can’t hide all the time. Part of my job requires going to meetings. And I am supposed to go to said meetings with a positive attitude (I was told this).

While I’ve had my job for more than six years, I can say with confidence that I’ve always felt like an outcast. I dress different, I talk different, my ideas and attitudes are different. Unfortunately, that doesn’t sit well with my superiors.

But I can’t be fired just because I’m not well-liked. What in means though, is that going to work is more difficult than it should be — I feel alone at work.

And although I’d love it if my hobbies — my blog, my blog class, my books — made the money that could cover all of my expenses and I didn’t have to have a traditional office job, that’s not the case (today, at least).

Post-brunch beer.

Post-brunch beer.

Of course, that’s the beauty of having this blog as a place to go to when I need it the most. When I can share my story with someone out there (even if it’s just one person that I don’t even know, I appreciate you).

The fact that anyone even reads this brings a smile to my face, even when there’s no one around to see it.

But lately, I’m starting to really feel that loneliness like never before.

A few months ago, a writer friend approached me about doing an authors event — I would read an excerpt of my book to a small reading group, and then sell and sign copies of it.

It has always been my DREAM to do that! My stomach was churning with adrenaline and I gave a little squeal of happiness behind my closed office door.

But then I pictured it: me, packing my car with all of my shit. Going to the reading group with said shit. Unpacking it. Smiling as I read stories about my broken heart. Smiling and laughing as I sign and sell shit. Packing it up, driving home, opening my door to see no one, and (let’s drive this one home) eating dinner, alone.

It’s my worst nightmare. What’s success with no one to share it with? And yes, I know, I don’t need a man to be happy. Being single is so fun.

Heard it all before.

But there are times, I wish to have someone by my side. Someone to share it all with.

Last week, my 4th book was published. While I felt this huge weight lifted from my shoulders, and I felt proud of the work I’ve put into the universe… my phone was silent. No messages of congratulations from my friends or family, or my crush (said crush has since been eliminated).

And boy was I bummed. I know, it sounds selfish, and it makes it seem like I just do it for the lip service. I really don’t. And some of you readers sent me congratulatory messages, and I loved them! I hope I’m not asking for a pity party here; I swear I’m not trying to.

Instead of running home and popping a bottle of celebratory bubbles, I did my usual workout, and I watched the 2-hour premier of The Voice (#TeamPharrell) with my cat.

And that’s when it all started to sink in. I really am a team of one. I haven’t spoken to my dad in two months. Aside from my mom, I actually haven’t spoken to anyone in my family for years.

No matter who’s at fault, I do know that we are only on this earth for a short time. And I’ve always kind of had this fear of dying young; which is probably why I feel this incredible sense of urgency to get stories and words out there NOW.

I want to pick my battles and let go of grudges. I want to smile more. And I really would like to find a person to share my life with; the tears and the laughs. If he’s out there, I’m waiting. And I’m really working hard to be the best version of me while I wait.

All of this is what swirls around inside my brain most of the time; and then the universe does its thing and delivers me a reminder that I’m not all alone. I’ve got some really awesome friends around me.

One of them had a birthday over the weekend, and we celebrated over Sunday brunch (okay, and margaritas on Friday, and champagne the Thursday prior). which is possibly one of my favorite things. Although the celebration wasn’t for me, it was a moment that I needed.

And while friends aren’t the same as being in love, it’s exactly what I need. I may never find happiness in my job, my coworkers will probably always give me side-eye, maybe my family will win the world record for the silent treatment, and maybe the cute guy at the gym will never ask for my phone number.

But friends. I’m really good at keeping my friends around. Maybe that’s really all I need: friends. And Sunday brunch.

Hey Tweetheart: dating & social media.

Dating & social media: a delicate balance.

Dating & social media: a delicate balance.

Ugh. As much I love to Tweet in my daily life, when it comes to dating, social media can be a pain in the ass.

I’m not really talking about meeting people via social media, although I’ve heard of this happening (ending in successes and failures alike). I’m really talking about how our use of social media affects dating and our relationships.

In a nutshell, it causes a lot of drama (in my experience, at least).

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, when I meet a guy, or start talking to someone, I do like to scope him out online. That might mean a simple Google search, or a check on Facebook, Twitter, and if I’m really feeling nosey, Instagram.

The thing about doing that is, our online image might create a picture that’s not entirely true. Even though a lot of my life is online through this blog, my column, my Twitter and Facebook feeds, it’s still not ALL of who I am.

About a month ago, I went on a date with a guy I met through Ok Cupid. After we exchanged names (online dating sites utilize usernames to protect privacy), he Googled me, and found my blog, which he told me before we met in-person. No big deal.

But when we actually DID meet up, he had done more than Google me — he’d actually Facebook-ed me, read my Twitter feed, and Wiki’d my hometown, to the point he ‘d memorized its population. He knew things I didn’t even know.

“Your actual picture comes up first in Google,” he told me. “Impressive.”

What’s impressive was the size his balls must have been in order to admit that he’d spent a chunk of his life stalking me online. And considering I’ll never talk to him again, it was a complete waste of his time. Although he did purchase my book, so thanks bro.

Aside from the fact that it was a little creepy, I wasn’t sure how to continue a conversation with someone who openly admitted to knowing so much about me. What was left to talk about if he’d already done the research?

My point: if you’re going to stalk, especially in the beginning, keep in mind that more than likely, you’re looking at just a small portion of a person’s life.

That’s why you want to actually go on dates and have real, face-to-face conversations — to get to know them better.

Once a relationship is established, it’s difficult to define exactly how social media can safely play a role in a relationship. Since I’ve been cheated on so many times, I’ve gotten into a bad habit of using social media to see what women my then-boyfriend was talking to. Facebook wall posts were usually proof of flirtation, if not full-blown sex.

It’s not a fun road to travel down.

Looking too closely at a significant others’ social feeds can lead down either path — either you discover something you needed to, or you’re about to pick an unnecessary fight.

I’ve never been one to wish for that whole “relationship status” on Facebook, mainly because I’m built to believe that a breakup is inevitable and then everyone will see the giant “HOLLY PHILLIPS IS NOW SINGLE” post on their feeds. Ugh.

But when I dated my last boyfriend, I was kind of surprised he never wanted our profiles to “link up.” I started to get paranoid when I saw posts on his wall from other women, and asked him about each one. He started hiding posts from me, and when we broke up (via email), he blocked me from Facebook and immediately linked his profile to the girl he’d been cheating on me with, for the entirety of our relationship.

In a way, my gut feeling was right — he was hiding something. But on the other hand, I never wanted to be that kind of girlfriend who was whining about something on Facebook.

Granted, he was (and is) a loser all around.

The final side of social media I want to address, is one that I almost forgot about, until my favorite modern dating guru Patti Stanger, reminded me of it on her website: don’t compare.

If you’re constantly looking online at other people’s feeds, there’s a type of depression that comes with it. People (yep, probably talking to you) do a really superb job of snapping cute selfies when they’re on a date, or mentioning the beautiful five-dozen roses they got #JustBecause, or how blessed they are for actually finding “the one” 10 years ago.

And we’re all happy for the proverbial YOU! We are! But when all I see is rainbows and glitter, sometimes it makes me feel like I’m without — even though I’ve never, ever been in a relationship that compares to anything I’ve seen on Facebook.

So, tell your friends congratulations, give their roses a “like,” and pull yourself away from the feeds for a while. Remember, social media only displays a part of someone’s life; chances are, it’s the part with the sunshine and not the rain.

Celeb Crush: Scooter Braun.

So freakin' HAWT.

So freakin’ HAWT.

If it weren’t for Justin Bieber (also one of my celeb crushes), I’d probably have no fucking clue who Scooter Braun is. But when I saw Bieber’s first movie, “Never Say Never,” I couldn’t help but look at Scooter and give a little — Damn, who is that?

Scooter is the talent manager for Bieber, The Wanted, Psy, and Carly Rae Jepsen. He also, oddly enough, created a documentary that was submitted to the United States Holocaust Museum.

Is it his connection to Bieber that makes me swoon? Maybe it’s his net worth of more that $40 million or his $6 million home in Los Angeles (what can I say? Success is hot to me)? It might be the sexy scruff and lovable smile. Perhaps it’s his philanthropic efforts?

Or maybe it’s the fact that he’s MARRIED.

Yes, folks. And I can honestly say I had NO idea he was even dating someone, until I started researching for this post. You can imagine my broken heart when I saw the picture of him kissing a (gorgeous) girl in a white wedding gown. DAMN!

I’d be lying to you if I said I didn’t actually believe there was a chance we’d meet somewhere and fall madly in love. And this, my friends, is how you know your celeb crush has gone too far.

Le sigh.

I can still keep him as my crush, right?

Never lose hope in someone you love. The truth and love conquers all in the end.

—Scooter Braun 

‘Scuse me, while I drool over LC’s wedding.

Oh, so pretty!

Oh, so pretty!

I’d be lying to you if I said I didn’t spend the greater part of my Sunday in bed, pouring over all of the magazines that featured inside info about fashion designer and reality star, Lauren Conrad, and her wedding with the sexy-musician-lawyer, William Tell.

Why am I so obsessed? Honestly, I’ve always been a little fascinated by Conrad, she’s remained to be pretty down-to-earth despite all the fame from the MTV show. She’s got grace, class, and a touch of style that I kind of die for. As far as her love life, I feel she’s a kindred spirit — she’s dated an alcoholic, she’s swooned over her high school crush, she’s had the heartbreaks, and in the end, she found a great guy.

It gives me hope. And as sad as it sounds, that’s something I always need — reminders that he’s out there, somewhere.

And superficially, let’s just say it: we all knew her wedding was going to be fab-u-lous.

Before the wedding, LC released a few pictures on her Instagram account — a picture of her engagement ring (simple, elegant, thin yellow-gold band with a princess-cut white diamond), and a picture from her bridal luncheon (complete with embossed cocktail napkins that said, in gold, “Almost Mrs. Tell).

She was also featured on the cover of Martha Stewart Weddings (Fall 2014, the style issue), along with three of her bridesmaids. Inside the mag, she says she designed a line of Paper Crown (her upscale line) bridesmaids dresses that really are dresses meant to be re-worn. She let her bridesmaids pick the dress they wanted, and they could choose from two colors, in order to keep things coordinated, but not so exact.

Other facts about the wedding:

  • The ceremony took place at a winery in Santa Ynez Valley, California
  • Her ceremony dress was a custom Badgley Mischka couture gown (white, with long train, all lace, with small crystals, beads, and pearls)
  • Her reception dress was Monique Lhuillier
  • She asked her bridesmaids to be in the wedding by sending them custom necklaces (made by her jewelry team at Kohl’s) along with cards… because of course
  • Tell wore a Jonathan Behr tuxedo and bow tie
  • 230 guests attended

Le sigh. Love it all!

What are some celebrity weddings you loved to obsess over (or am I the only one who does this)?

Pic of the Week.

Completely hyped on fall candles, per usual.

Completely hyped on fall candles, per usual.

Well, it’s the second day of fall, and call me basic, but yes, ’tis the season to embrace every single little thing about the outdoors — even when there’s not really fall-like weather.

In honor of my favorite holiday, I started my stockpile of fall-scented candles weeks ago, and even made a chili (recipe coming soon) over the weekend. I just love everything about fall; the colors (not only in nature, but in fashion), the ever-so-slight chill in the air, and even though it’s a signal that the year is coming to a close, I always get a sense of renewal during the fall months.

So far, I’m trying to step away from so many pumpkin-scents (although I can’t totally deny the symbol of the season) when it comes to my candle selections, and find a few different ones that still make my apartment festive and cozy.

And while I love a good Yankee Candle just as much as any great homemaker, I like to find candles that have strong scents, but are less-expensive. A candle is literally just burning, so I aim for $5 or lower in my hunt for candles.

The large jars, by Main Stays, are from Wal-Mart, and were just $3.50 each, while the smaller mason jar candles are from Dollar Tree, making them just $1 each (and they burn for a decent amount of time). The larger candles are in Fall Fruit Cornucopia, Harvest Leaves, and Mulled Cider, while the small jars are both in Pumpkin Pie.

I also purchased a candle warmer for my office, since we aren’t allowed to actually light candles. The candle warmer melts the wax in any glass jar candle, and lets off the scent, while remaining flameless. I’ve had it in my office for a week (using the Fall Fruit Cornucopia) and I absolutely love it!

Here are some other fall scented products I’ve come across in my continuous hunt:

What festive scents are you filling your home or office with this fall?

‘Lemon Drops’ has… DROPPED!

Fall is here... and so is my book!

Fall is here… and so is my book!

THAT’S RIGHT — my 3rd book, Lemon Drops, is finally here! This is the first time I’ve really felt relieved that a book of mine is published. The writing in Lemon Drops is some of my most personal. There’s stories in there I haven’t told anyone, and there’s poems that are very dear to me. I’m really happy to share them with you all.

So, let’s get the business out of the way before the REAL fun begins!

  • You can purchase a printed version of Lemon Drops here.
  • You can purchase a digital copy (for Kindle or Kindle App) of Lemon Drops here.

As a special treat, I wanted to share another excerpt from the book with you all:

My life started to revolve around the very little time we spent together, and I knew I deserved more than that. So, I finally snapped, grew a backbone, and ended things.

Of course, I was sad — okay, more like devastated — to let him go, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I had spent years living on a dream that he would get on one knee, present me with a ring and a beautiful life together.

My latest book!

My latest book!

I imagined us living in his brick house, nestled under Louisiana’s signature oaks, eating dinner at a polished table after he’d come home from work. At Christmas, we’d get an imported pine tree, and we’d open presents wearing red flannel (welcome to my imagination, where Tommy Hilfiger lives, breathes, and outfits picturesque moments).

Three months after we broke up, Matt got engaged to his now-wife.

Sure, when I saw this all online (thank you, Facebook), my jaw hit the floor — he’d been cheating on me (and her) the entire time. But, in a way, it served as closure for me. He was never the one for me, even if it took me many, many times to realize it.

After Matt and I broke up for the final time, I started seeing a therapist. Matt was one in a collection of men that I’d dated that had manipulated me so much; I didn’t understand who I was anymore.

I had gone from being this confident, secure woman, to not even understanding my feelings. I kept asking my therapist if my feelings were “normal” or “correct,” and it took me nearly two years to understand that however I’m feeling is the right way to feel.

Today, my life is really different than how it was when I was dating Matt. I spent a lot of energy trying to fit myself into a mold that I thought would make him love me. I thought that if he saw what a great cook I was, or that I was funny, he’d want to marry me, and things would finally be okay.

But nothing is ever okay if you can’t just be yourself. And sometimes, I’m still learning exactly who I am. I do know, though, that even though he is married to someone else, his life isn’t picture-perfect. And just because I’m single, doesn’t mean things are bad. I’m glad that I didn’t settle — there’s no way I could have lived the rest of my life pretending to be someone I’m not.

Besides, the real me is pretty fucking cool.

And since I’m so excited for this book, and that it’s the first day of fall (my favorite season)… I’m GIVING AWAY a printed copy of Lemon Drops (I’ll inscribe it, if you wish).

To enter for the giveaway, please visit the Lemon Drops page on Amazon, and leave a review by Wednesday at midnight. Whether you’ve just been a fan of my blog, my previous books, or you’ve read or heard my poetry, let me know how you feel! I’ll randomly select a number and post the winner on Thursday’s blog post!

Thank you!

WYSK: Joan Rivers.

Joan, in complete glitz.

Joan, in complete glitz.

I know I’m a little late to the party on celebrating the life of the one and only Joan Rivers. Originally, I was going to use this edition of WYSK to talk about my two favorite Total Dives: Nikki & Brie Bella. But I changed my mind, and decided to talk about a different kind of diva.

I have always been a Joan Rivers fan, but a few weeks ago, I got in a bit of trouble at work when I said some things on my (personal) Twitter feed that (allegedly) a lot of my coworkers didn’t appreciate. It was not the first time I’ve been reprimanded for my mouth (or my writing).

I was told I should be ashamed to even show up to work.

For about five seconds, I wondered if I should be ashamed. But then, I thought of Joan. I woman who answered to no one, and would never let someone (no matter who) tell her how to feel. And no, I’m not ashamed, nor am I apologetic.

Joan Rivers was the only woman to ever host The Tonight Show, and as she was described in Nell Scovell’s article for Vanity Fair, she was undeniable. She was also: hilarious, glamorous, daring, giving, hard working, and bold.

“When people hate me, that’s good,” she told the A.V. Club. “They know I’m there. You’re not a chorus kid. Remember inA Chorus Line, she’s having trouble and he keeps saying, ‘You’re standing out,’ and she’s trying not to? They hate me? That’s good.” 

—Joan Rivers, for Time magazine

There are so many accomplishments behind her, it’s difficult to remember them all — she was a comic, a writer and an author (12 best-sellers), an actress, a designer, award-winner, a fashionista (changing the red carpet game forever with the question: who are you wearing?), and a reality television star.

I’m certain there will never be anyone quite like Joan — and I’m thankful for her. Even though she hated being called a pioneer, we can never have enough powerful women to look up to.

I succeeded by saying what everyone else is thinking.

—Joan Rivers

Pic of the Week.

Grillin' on the beach.

Grillin’ on the beach.

As I write this, I’m sitting in Native Cafe — one of my favorite spots along the Gulf, right in Pensacola Beach (I just ordered a stack of peanut butter pancakes, if that helps at all).

This morning, I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, and goodbye to a vacation we’ve been looking forward to for a better half of the year.  The other ladies had to head out earlier than me, since they live in Indiana and I’ve got a shorter (4 hour) drive to get back home.

Pensacola Beach holds a special place in my heart — while it’s not an expensive place to visit, it’s not home to many fancy restaurants, it’s really just a beautiful beach… and it’s where my friend and I spent weeks every summer, growing up, and now, as adults.

And so, last night, we capped off our long weekend with something I’ve always wanted to do — host a beach bonfire. Believe it or not, it took a lot of planning, and even some paperwork (for the permit)… we pulled it off and were able to sit around a fire, with waves in the background, and s’mores on-hand.

And while I do love the beach, and I love being away from my work-life, what I love most is knowing that I’ve got people in my life to share these moments with. The situation isn’t always ideal — I wish I lived closer — but we’ve made it work, even if it involves day-long drives on someone’s end.

There’s not a lot of people that I know that would do it.

And so, cheers to the summer — it’s been adventurous, and really, really great!

Here Comes the ( Bride.

I love Amazon, so I decided to marry it.

I love Amazon, so I decided to marry it.

I buy just about everything on Cat food, clothes, books, gifts, protein powder, makeup — I don’t know about you, but with the bargains, plus free shipping over $35, shopping in the store just isn’t worth it to me…especially with Baton Rouge traffic.

So, I thought, wow I love Amazon… but do I love it enough to get married in it?

And no, I’m not getting married. I probably won’t be married for another 36 years.

Any of my men readers might think I’m crazy for thinking about my wedding pre-boyfriend, but I can’t help it — I’ve warned you all that I’ve got a wild imagination.

So, has everything, but do they have everything for a wedding day? That’s what I went hunting for. This is what I found…


3c Canary Diamond Ring

For starters, I’ll need a ring (we’re already pretending that I have a boyfriend who reads my mind and gets me the ring I want), and I’ve wanted a canary diamond since I was a little girl. But everyone knows that if you go for the colored diamond, it’s got to be big.

My jaw dropped when I saw this 3 carat Canary Yellow Round Diamond Engagement Ring from Chance Diamonds. The Canary stone is 1c, while the white diamonds surrounding it makeup the other 2 carats. So gorgeous!

Here is what the description says, “Striking design with split-shank, this diamond engagement features a 1.0ct very well cut Canary Yellow center stone, and is set with over two hundred brilliant round side stones. Stunning when worn, this 3.0 ct tw beauty is sheer elegance. She will absolutely melt when she sees this ring, & she’ll truly be the envy of all her friends. We fabricate this ring in our own workshops to our exacting specifications, carefully choosing each stone to be set by our skilled diamond setters. The shank as shown is 14k white gold, with your choice of gold colors and upgrades available as well…

Pretty lace.

Pretty lace.

I actually saw several rings that I liked (and might consider purchasing for myself), including a Cognac diamond, and several rose gold rings (I am always on the lookout for something different).

As for a dress, well I have probably thought of about 25 different styles that I’d wear over the years. It changes often. It also depends on the guy, of course, and the kind of wedding. I really want to get married in Vegas, and if that happens then I NEED a gold sequined gown.

I also think it would be cool to get married at a vineyard, and the dress I picked today would be pretty for that. But I have always wanted my wedding to be fitting to me and my groom-to-be, so perhaps we’d be married somewhere meaningful to us (like Montana, if it’s John Mayer…).

I like the simple elegance of this one, despite the straight hem across the top. But I love how it was styled with the short veil and the sexy fingerless gloves. BLOOP!

The shoes pretty much fall under my same thoughts as the dress — the shoes depend on the dress and the location. However, I’ve always loved it when brides choose their shoes to be their “something blue.”



I chose these Badgley Mischka pumps, because I love the open sides and the rhinestone detail over the toe. While I love the blue, these also come in a gorgeous taupe that would be beautiful for a wedding, or hell, any day!

And while yes, I realize there is much more to planning a wedding than just browsing for the ring, the dress, and a pair of shoes online, it’s pretty cool that you COULD one-stop shop it, and for a pretty affordable price, if I might add.

I may never have the chance to get married, but if I do (teeheeeee), I might have to look on first!

Dating With Myers-Briggs.

I'm an INTJ...

I’m an INTJ…

We use all sorts of tools — from horoscopes and compatibility tests (Which Harry Potter character are you?) to discover what our perfect match is going to look like. Does it work? Perhaps, but I’m still trying to figure it out.

At work, my coworkers and I completed a Strengths Finder test to determine our top five strengths. Not only were we required to discover our strengths and share them with others, we were also asked to post our results on our office door, so that others can learn how to better work with us. I’m not kidding.

In case you’re curious, here are my top five strengths: 1. Strategic (seeing patterns), 2. Responsibility (taking psychological ownership), 3. Futuristic (fascinated by the future), 4. Focus (guided by a clear destination), 5. Input (likes to add information to “archives”).

Basically, I’m awesome.

While I don’t know if “finding my strengths” helped me or my coworkers when it comes to my job, it’s always interesting to find out more about yourself, and those around you. One of the more popular tests that can explain your personality is the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI). As it is described on their website:

The purpose of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator® (MBTI®) personality inventory is to make the theory of psychological types described by C. G. Jung understandable and useful in people’s lives. The essence of the theory is that much seemingly random variation in the behavior is actually quite orderly and consistent, being due to basic differences in the ways individuals prefer to use their perception and judgment.

Once you take the test, you’re given a set of four letters that help describe your personality. I’ve taken the test several times and I’m a clear INTJ. Here’s what that means:

Have original minds and great drive for implementing their ideas and achieving their goals. Quickly see patterns in external events and develop long-range explanatory perspectives. When committed, organize a job and carry it through. Skeptical and independent, have high standards of competence and performance – for themselves and others.

So what do personality tests have to do with dating? Well, once you’ve pegged yourself with a set of letters or numbers, or even aligned yourself with certain characteristics, there’s always going to be another set of traits that complements yours — the question becomes, does that make for a perfect relationship?

I will always think that certain traits do complement one another; though I’m not sold on the whole “opposites attract” thing. I found this website called Mass Match, and this is what it said about my Myers-Briggs compatibility:

  • Best types for a relationship: ESTJ, INTJ, ISTP, ENTJ
  • Possible types for a relationship: INTP, INFJ, INFP, ENFP
  • Least likely types for a relationship: ESFJ, ISFJ, ESTP, ESFP, ISFP, ENTP, INFP, ENFJ
  • Percentage of the US population: 3-4%

I was shocked to see that I could match with another INTJ, but equally saddened to see that only 3-4% of the US is INTJ. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND A MATCH? Maybe that’s why I’m still single…


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