I lived with, and loved, a pens-in-the shirt pocket, short sleeved shirt and tie, introverted, IT Ops guy - for many years.
I am more extroverted.
I made all the sacrifices and adjustments, because he apparently couldn't, and because I loved him.
In the end, I simply could not 'compromise' any longer - it was as if I was being dragged alive into a machine that would ultimately grind me to a pulp. I pulled myself out of it, losing part of me, but surviving.
If anyone is involved in a relationship with someone so different, be sure that it is both of you who compromise. If it is only one of you it isn't compromise, it is subjugation.