I’m that guy. If I make a wrong turn, or get lost, I’ll go a ways, just to see what’s so interesting that there’s a road leading that direction. My wife? 100% opposite. It’s maddening - I’m telling her “relax, it’s a dirt road, in the middle of nowhere Florida, I’m sure the GPS knows where’s it’s leading us” - and she’s worried about Jason, or gators, or something.
That actually happened to me. I turned around, backtracked about 10 miles, and got on the toll road - only to cross over the exact dirt road we were just on. Cost us about 30 minutes, 20-25 miles, and lots of stress. Why? Because she wouldn’t relax and enjoy the orange grove.
Sometimes opposite attract. You both provide a sense of balance for the other.