My mother was an Extroverted Feeler by preference.
In college, she is invited on a date. Her date takes her to a Chinese Restaurant. There are chopsticks.
He picks up his chopsticks and says, "Here, let me show you how to use chopsticks." He speaks kindly.
My mother dutifully picks up her chopsticks.
"Hold one against the base of your thumb and with your 4th and 5th fingers. Hold the other further up your thumb and with your pointer and middle finger." He arranges my mother's hand and demonstrates for her.
The food arrives. They serve themselves. He picks up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks. "You see?" he says, holding the chicken.
My mother takes her chopsticks and quickly snatches the piece of chicken from his. She pops it in her mouth and smiles at him. "I think I do." she says.
She would end the story, laughing, "And that was the last date with him."