Who knew?

Ok, countless emails later, he gets cooler and cooler. He taught accupressure to Mexican midwives. Groovy.

We also keep finding things that we have in common - we both have dogs that came from a rescue organization. We both fostered dogs for a rescue organization for awhile. We both mostly dislike Celine Dion, but we both like her French stuff. We seemingly both have a passion for living off the frum grid, so-to-speak - he lives in a teeny frum community so he can be closer to the outdoors.

And handy. Did I mention he's handy? A prime qualification since I've had it with DIY home repairs. I fixed my disgusting garbage disposal last week all by myself. I was pretty much willing to marry anyone for the first hour after that just so I wouldn't have to do it again. He's building his own bed.

So, I emailed M.H. and asked her if she'd call to check his references. I also asked her if he had filled out the personality survey portion of the SYAS profile - it's optional, so most people haven't. Turns out he's the same personality type as me: INFP. M.H. thinks this may be a clue to why our (mine and his) lives are so freakishly similar.

I got paranoid for about thirty minutes while I surfed the internet looking to see if two INFPs were really compatible. Then, I remembered that people have been getting married for a long time without the benefit of personality typing and I should really just chill out about all of it. Besides, if I were to marry him, at least I would have a basis for understanding him a little more. Maybe?

Plus, it would be a bonus to marry someone who actually got my hermit tendancies.

Now I'm just waiting for the results of the reference check. Hopefully he's not really a psychopath and is just a genuinely nice and interesting guy.