You know that amusing habit people have of adding “in bed” at the end of their fortune cookie fortunes? Look what I found in my fortune cookie this morning.
You are a XSIT–Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Taker. This makes you a Hellcat.
Yowza, you are fiery to be with. You’re dynamic and volatile and a living roller coaster. You’re also very attractive and immaculately groomed, so your target sex gets drawn in like a moth. You love the attention and never get tired of it. At a party you command attention, but you’re a lightweight with alcohol and if you drink too much there can be trouble.
Like an XSYT, you tend to over-analyze things, so the slightest comment or action from your significant other can send you into a tailspin. Conflict with you can be either very productive or very dangerous. You are incapable of lying — you have no guile — and if your partner can’t handle the truth, that’s his/her problem, not yours. You are explosive when you’re upset, but when the smoke clears you are right back on track with no ill will.
This is a highly effective way to resolve issues and keep them from brewing, but this can stun and hurt a partner with a more laid-back approach. You aren’t angry later, but s/he might be. Make sure when you’ve gotten your satisfaction that your partner is satisfied as well!
You would never cheat. But combine your hot-blooded style with the fact that your partner is *attracted* to that style, and you’ve got a recipe for being cheated on. If you pair up with an X_YG (and that’s not unlikely) you may get caught in his/her cycle of cheating. Make sure your partner feels appreciated and loved to balance out the fire of your approach to conflict.
If you’re female, you’re kind of like Evita or Teresa Heinz Kerry. I can’t think of any famous men like this.
Immaculately groomed? Another example of the stunning accuracy of internet quizzes.
P.S. Someone e-mailed me about the “still single” headline in regards to Ian, who I’d mentioned previously. Yeah, it’s over. See, this is how my luck goes, you know? Ian let me know, on my birthday no less, that he’d gotten a new job in New York. I was pretty disappointed. The thing is, I hadn’t been dating him long enough to be invested to a point where I got really upset, but had been dating him long enough that I wasn’t totally devoid of emotion over it. Factor in that he’s either too busy or not responsive enough to keep in regular contact with me — it takes him a few days to return a call and never responds to e-mails, and my request to get together last week went nowhere and now he’s in the midst of dealing with his move — and it looks like that brief but sweet relationship is over. I’m sad about it, because he was adorable, kind and romantic, and it’s been literally years since I went out with someone who liked to hold hands, cuddle, and generally be tactile. It was really nice. And I’m really disappointed.
But I’m used to disappointment.