The “Ideal” Idealist

Ever since I was introduced to it and took the test in high school,  I have been fascinated by the Meyers-Briggs Type Indicator, or the MBTI.  Since I tend to attract an educated audience, I won’t bore you with the details since you probably already know what it is.  But in case you don’t, you can click here to find out more.

The MBTI has reared its head a few times as an undergrad, then again in graduate level courses and yet again in my life as a companion on various discussion boards and ladies’ blogs.  I’m always interested in knowing the “types” of companions and the gentlemen we spend time with.  Please share your type in my comments area.  I have found that many ladies are ENFPs but I’m wondering if there’s a common type amongst patrons?

As for me, I am an INFP, The Idealist.

Taken from www.personalitypage.com:

INFPs are focused on making the world a better place for people. Their primary goal is to find out their meaning in life. What is their purpose? How can they best serve humanity in their lives? They are idealists and perfectionists, who drive themselves hard in their quest for achieving the goals they have identified for themselves

INFPs are highly intuitive about people. They rely heavily on their intuitions to guide them, and use their discoveries to constantly search for value in life. They are on a continuous mission to find the truth and meaning underlying things. Every encounter and every piece of knowledge gained gets sifted through the INFP’s value system, and is evaluated to see if it has any potential to help the INFP define or refine their own path in life. The goal at the end of the path is always the same – the INFP is driven to help people and make the world a better place.

Thoughtful and considerate, INFPs are good listeners and put people at ease. They have a very deep well of caring and are genuinely interested in understanding people. This sincerity is sensed by others, making the INFP a valued friend and confidante. An INFP can be quite warm with people he or she knows well.

In conflict situations, INFPs place little importance on who is right and who is wrong. They focus on the way that the conflict makes them feel, and indeed don’t really care whether or not they’re right. INFPs make very good mediators, and are typically good at solving other people’s conflicts, because they intuitively understand people’s perspectives and feelings, and genuinely want to help them.

INFPs are flexible and laid-back, until one of their values is violated. In the face of their value system being threatened, INFPs can become aggressive defenders, fighting passionately for their cause. When an INFP has adopted a project or job which they’re interested in, it usually becomes a “cause” for them.

When it comes to the mundane details of life maintenance, INFPs are typically completely unaware of such things. They might go for long periods without noticing a stain on the carpet, but carefully and meticulously brush a speck of dust off of their project booklet.

INFPs do not like to deal with hard facts and logic. Their focus on their feelings and the Human Condition makes it difficult for them to deal with impersonal judgment. They don’t understand or believe in the validity of impersonal judgment, which makes them naturally rather ineffective at using it.

INFPs have very high standards and are perfectionists. Consequently, they are usually hard on themselves, and don’t give themselves enough credit. INFPs may have problems working on a project in a group, because their standards are likely to be higher than other members’ of the group. In group situations, they may have a “control” problem. Without resolving this conflict, they will never be happy with themselves, and they may become confused and paralyzed about what to do with their lives.

INFPs are usually talented writers. They may be awkward and uncomfortable with expressing themselves verbally, but have a wonderful ability to define and express what they’re feeling on paper. INFPs also appear frequently in social service professions, such as counseling or teaching. They are at their best in situations where they’re working towards the public good, and in which they don’t need to use hard logic.

INFPs who function in their well-developed sides can accomplish great and wonderful things, which they will rarely give themselves credit for. Some of the great, humanistic catalysts in the world have been INFPs.

I highlighted the attributes that really resonate with me.  I shared this with a dear friend and lover who exclaimed, “You, my dear, are the ideal Idealist!”

So tell me, what’s your type?

(Take a form of the test here or a very short version of the test here if you don’t know yours and are curious.)

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Luxurious Textiles Turn Me On

Tonight, I thought back to a near perfect dinner date.  He was a new friend, and we had reservations at the lovely Fleur de Lys restaurant in our own private cabana-style seating area.  This allowed for almost complete privacy when the draperies were closed around us, lending to a very intimate, romantically sexy vibe.  We planned on a very leisurely meal as the dining experience at such an establishment is meant to be savored.  In fact, we anticipated savoring the full course of the evening…

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We were enjoying apéritifs, small bites and getting to know each other with light hearted and playful banter.  Soon after placing our dinner orders and the arrival of our Champagne, we were becoming exceedingly comfortable together.  I found myself edging closer to him, and he to me.  As I am a tactile person, I love to touch and be touched, and am often incredibly turned on by feeling smooth textiles against my skin.

First it was his silk herringbone sport jacket gently rubbing against my exposed arm every now and again, as I was wearing a classic black halter dress.

Then it was the smooth fabric of his pants brushing against my thigh, ever so gently pushing my dress further and further up my leg each time we had a good laugh, which was often.  While my dress didn’t hike up enough to flash him my panties, or lack thereof, it was an incredibly erotic feeling to not only have my upper thigh exposed beneath the tablecloth but to also feel the sleek fabric of his slacks slip-sliding against my tender flesh.

After our exquisitely delicious meal and wonderful conversation, we wandered into the casino to play Craps but it was obvious that we were both incredibly distracted.  I had my hands wrapped around his arm not only because I was incredibly turned on by just being with him, but also that oh-so-subtly erotic sensation of that material against my skin.  When I wasn’t holding his arm, it was wrapped around my waist, and he would pull me in tighter with each roll of the dice.

It got to the point of being too much and we headed up to our room.

We were like hormonal, out of control teenagers, deep kissing, neck licking and fumbling our way toward the bedroom.  The suite was dim, illuminated by low glowing overhead lights and the glimmer of the Vegas strip gently seeping in through the sheer draperies.  Standing in front of the bed, still kissing and caressing, I whispered, “Undress me.”  I stood before him, untied my halter and held my arms above my head.  I didn’t budge, aside from my breathing hard;  I just looked into his eyes and waited for him to disrobe me.

He gathered the hem of my dress and peeled it up slowly over my body and my head, then gently draped it across a chair.  I stood completely naked before him, left only in my 3 inch Manolos.  While I had brought a special lingerie set to wear for him, the heat between us was too intense and my body was aching to be caressed and touched some more.  The lingerie would have to wait.

I threw the bed linens back and leaned onto my shoulders, my bottom at the edge of the bed, as he knelt on the ground in front of me.  I was practically heaving for breath as I watched him unbuckle one shoe at a time, then slide each of his hands up my legs.  He grabbed hold of my knees and pushed my legs wide open while I kept my feet together on the floor, sitting spread eagle, my legs creating a diamond shape in front of him. I felt my juices practically running down my thighs, and I sensed I was glistening in the dim light when I heard him let out a small groan as he gently opened my thighs even wider, his gaze clearly focused on my bare cunt.

My hand instinctively slid down to my hips and he began undressing, his eyes scanning me up and down, from my hands that slowly crept to my heaving mound, up to my belly taught with sexual desire, up to my fully erect nipples, my face with my full lips gaping from my heavy breathing and my eyes wide with the excitement of watching him watch me.  I anticipated his next move, even anticipated the weight of the air between us…

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It’s Mine, All Mine!

Well, I finally switched my WordPress blog over to my own server, so it’s mine!  Now I can write about all the controversial topics I’d like without fear of WP possibly pulling my site for “questionable” content.

Here comes the good stuff!

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Mailing List and Newsletter

Hello friends!

Well, I am still waiting to update this blog and how it functions but I just wanted to post a quick hello and let you know that I am still thinking of you all!

I am currently in Chicago and trying to figure out which way the weather is leaning. It has gone from doom and gloom grey and rainy to sunny blue skies and a cool breeze. Nonetheless, I am having a wonderful time reconnecting with dear friends and making new ones.

I am very excited to be working on a newsletter that I plan on sending out when I return home. In it, I will share my travel updates, a private gallery and even some fun contests. I would love to have you join my mailing list so please send me an email with “newsletter” in the title and you will be added to my list. (I will soon have a form placed here as well, but I ask you to be patient until then.)

As a reminder, my email address is MyLynetteMarie @ GMail.com

Until next time, many XOs

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Ben Folds Interactions

Well, I am excited to see one of my favorite, poetic, dreamily nerdy artists Ben Folds perform in just a few days.  It looks like I’ll be attending by myself, but that’s fine as I get there very early in hopes of him dripping sweat on me (last time I had the privilege it came from Ani DiFranco!).  Ben often has his audience participate in his performance and it is simply amazing and so much fun!

He has also recently released a capella recordings from university groups performing his work.  Amazing how he can remake Dr. Dre’s “Bitches Ain’t Shit” into his own because he found it “sad and beautiful” as well as recreating his own tunes through university a capella groups.

*crush*

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Hat Spinning & Where’s the Beef?

Seems this little overachiever has dropped a hat or two over the past few weeks.  I have been on a path to change myself (and the world!) for about a year, and lately I’ve become a bit overextended.  Not only do I wear a few different hats, but I often find myself spinning them…trying to find that perfect balance between all of them.  But over thinking or a slight breeze can knock one down, and I can’t pick it up without having to stop all of the hats from spinning.

Well, I am finally able to stop spinning one of those hats as a class I’ve been taking ended last night.  After a few final weeks organizing archives and placing them into my portfolio in a meaningful and structured manner, I now have a sense of relief and deep satisfaction!  This is not to say that the class was stressing me.  I adored my classmates and my instructor, and as she says, “It’s not the end, this is the beginning.”  Completing the class allows me many opportunities to reach out to the community and make an impact.  I am so thankful!

Believe it or not, one other thing I have been slowly working on is this blog.  I am in the process of moving it over to my website directly, so that it will belong to me and not Word Press.  I will use that as one of the reasons why I haven’t added much here, in case WP finds the content too risque for their site.  I have so many enticing entries in mind, some that I’ve shared with a few of you and even hinted that we collaborate with…very exciting!

I appreciate you sticking around!  I promise you will find much juicer entries very soon!

Appreciatively,
Lynette


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What a Tweetin’ Ego!

Regarding my previous post where I thought people were just waiting to follow me once I began Tweeting: haha!  As time has gone on and I begin to “get” the world of Twitter, I realize I was mistaken.  Just wanted to clear that up as I gently poke fun of myself.


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So what you see to the right are my “tweets”

There was an element of “creep out” when I created my Twitter account only twitterbird1to find that somehow, 2 other Twitter members were…like…waiting for me?  I’m not sure what it’s called, but these 2 icons belonging to other members were there, and instantly became followers when I registered.  I’m assuming they are linked in somehow through my email account, as I have exchanged emails with both of them in the past.  And THAT fact makes it even more creepy!  We are connected by little neurotransmitters via the the net.

In spite of the initial “creep out,” I was also extremely flattered to have some friends waiting for me!  It’s like going to a huge gala and immediatly bumping into people you know when you walk through the door.  It was fun to browse through their activities and I’m really looking forward to making more friends!  (or followers, people to follow?  what’s the proper jargon?)

So now, being the little overachiever I am, I need to email a few dear friends and then do some work around the house.  I’ll be sure to tweet about both!

Don’t worry, I’m not the “anal” sort of overachiever.  I have had 3 people call me an overachiever since the beginning of 2009, so I’m letting it stick!  I spent a couple of years being the antithesis of an overachiever, so perhaps now I’m making up for lost time?  That is a story is for another day and another entry!

By the way, if anyone can help me get the little bird to that left column, let me know!  And, did I use “antithesis” correctly?  My dear friend and employer used to say it all the time, so I’m attempting to use it in his honor.

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My official submission to blogs, tweets, and pings

Hello!

I have fought it for some time, but I hereby cry “uncle” to the powers of the mighty blog, Twitter, tumblr, ping…oh you know, all of those sites that allow us to keep up with each other’s lives without having to speak a word or be present.

So here I am to share my musings, photographs, rants and raves, and adventures in my life.  I hope to keep this blog interesting and fresh, and I’m very glad to have you here!  I welcome your comments, both publicly and privately.  Please play nice and I shall reciprocate.  ;)

Now to get that Twitter account running.

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