Living ‘horn up,’ but not always I thought I was an extrovert — until I met my wife. I enjoy people. I talk to strangers. I love speaking in front of large groups.
But I also can get my energy easily zapped, and I would much prefer an amazing conversation with one person than small talk with lots of people.
I am, it turns out, an extroverted introvert. When my wife and I first met, she loved how easily I fit into her friend group.
But one night she complained that I was “holding court:” “You just stayed in one spot and waited for people to come to you,” she said.