The 10 Types Of Men That Women Hate

Women have different opinions when it comes to the best types of men, but they are practically the same when it comes to which types they do not like, some men have an incredible facility to cause repulsion in women and it is important to know which 10 types of men less attractive to them and find out if you are in that category.

1- Men who think the soap opera: Women like handsome men but hate the thugs of the soap opera of the eight, if you have been graced by nature do not need to remind them of it all the time, you have the right to find yourself beautiful and have self-esteem but do it subtly and let your beauty be just one of your qualities.

2- Men who prioritize work: Women like ambitious men who want to rise in life, but hate the type who only thinks about projects, meetings and qualification courses, work is very important in a man’s life and you need it to achieve his goals, but never consider him more important than his wife.

3- Men without initiative: They like men with attitude and do not wait for things to happen, it is you who should guide the woman and not the opposite, give her options of places to have fun and when you reach a restaurant have the initiative to find an empty table or call the waiter, never expect the woman to do it.

4- Men without money: You do not have to be rich, but you will never get beautiful women completely broken, you need money to take you in fun places, pay the motel and restaurant, even women with stable financial condition do not like to split the account, when that happens she feels undervalued, so if your salary is short, put your bills up to date and multiply your creativity to find fun places and you do not have to spend a lot of money.

5- Men who talk about previous relationships: They hate the cheap conqueror type and tell their intimacies with other women, so do not talk about ex-girlfriends, they abhor this, if you’ve seduced thousands of women do not worry about telling them why surely she will discover this alone.

6- Mountain Men of Muscles: They are attracted to strong men and not to mountain of muscles, women love to know that you knit hard in the gym, but be careful not to overdo it and look like the Incredible Hulk.

7- Bully Men: Treat the waiter badly, argue in the traffic and face someone who looked at it are unforgivable attitudes, no woman likes to be on the side of a bully man where anything can happen.

8- Stupid men: For extinct men are accustomed to look at any pair of breasts or thighs that are on display, but when you are with a woman on the side know to control, a simple glance can be expensive and cause you to miss a night which could be a lot of fun.

9- Controlling men: Every day is less the number of women who like and find interesting the type of bossy and controlling man, do not like to know that being a partner is interested in exercising power over them, women value freedom and want to be side of someone who cares about her and not the size of her dress.

10- Rude Men: Education, gentleness and seduction are words that match, so learn to treat women well because their biggest complaint is that it’s hard to find polite and kind men.

 

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The Beach House – Chapter 20

We better shower and pack.” Mia offered up the plan. I agreed and helped her to her feet. I closed up the paint and grabbed the brushes to wash them out. We only got about half the edging done on one wall. Naked painting isn’t productive at all. I smiled as I put both brushes in one hand and palmed the wet bristles with the other. “I’ll meet you in the shower,” she said, not really looking at me. I moved in close for quick kiss, and when our lips met, I grabbed her boob with my paint covered hand.

“You’re right, we always go for the breasts.” I smiled as I headed to the utility sink. Mia now had a lavender hand print that covered the majority of her boob.

“This is not over by a long shot Mister,” I heard as I proudly headed down the hall trying not to drip. I have been pretty happy with the punishment so far. Getting tortured with sex can be so cruel.

Monica’s itinerary was flawless as usual. We were in Vegas by 9 am and in our rooms by 10. I hustled Mia and Bob out to one of the fancy dress shops in the hotel before they could accidently run into Monica. The store had my card and instructions to make Mia beautiful. Bob was going to roam the strip and pick up Mia just before 3 and meet me in the chapel. I went back up to room. I just had to keep a straight face for a few more hours.

At exactly noon, there was a knock at my door. I tried my best to pull my mind away from my new happiness. I needed to hide everything for a bit longer. I rose from the chair on the second set of knocks and opened the door. It was, of course, Monica.

“Hello, Mr. Tomlinson. I just got in from the airport.” She seemed a bit flustered. She tried to nonchalantly look past me. I think she got wind that I did not fly up alone. I opened the door wider and stood aside. Monica walked in without instructions. I walked to the small sitting area and took a seat. She followed and took the other.

“I will admit that operating without you is fairly difficult Monica.” I was sounding stern. I was bit proud of my acting.

“I want to apologize for my actions, Sir. I was a bit overwrought at the time.” She was trying to find out how much damage she had caused. I am sure she feared a drop in her living standard. “I had no right to demand anything of you. You have never failed to reward me for my services.” I smiled inside. She was thinking I might be trying to replace her. I held up the palm of my hand.

“No. That woman saved my life. I owed her one of her own. I see that now.” I had to look away from Monica. I was afraid I would start laughing. “I’m not sure I appreciate your methods, but the results are as they should be.”

“Mr. Tomlinson, I fear I might have damaged our relationship.” She was sounding like business, but her eyes looked like pleading. “I never really thought it would go this far.” She was sweating on the inside.

“I do believe our relationship has changed Monica.” I paused for a moment. “Only time will tell by how much.” I had to look away again. I had forgotten how to look aloof.

“I regret that it has, Sir. Prior to this incident, I have never failed to work in your best interests.” She was really beginning to sweat. I was almost ready to cave, but I just didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“As Bob ceaselessly reminded me when I was setting up this deal.” There, I kept my promise to Bob. “I am, however, concerned where his loyalty really lies.” Monica’s head dropped to the floor. I had to end this soon before she suffered too much.

“It’s to you, Sir.” Monica’s emotions were getting a bit too involved in her voice. “I got wind of your actions, and Bob ignored my queries. I’m sorry again, Mr. Tomlinson, I felt a little left out of it all.” Whoa, she was starting to take it personally. I had to end this. I stood up.

“Meet me downstairs at the front desk at 2:45.” I started walking toward the door. Monica realized she was being dismissed and followed. “We will discuss this again after the meeting.” I opened the door and she walked out. I closed the door and sighed. I may have taken it a bit far. I glanced through the peephole, and she was just standing there with her hand over her eyes. Yes, maybe a bit too far…

At 2:40 I was downstairs, dressed in my finest suit. It was actually my only suit. I had to wait exactly five minutes for Monica. She looked dressed for business, but I noticed her eyes were a bit red. Shit, I let it get a bit far. As soon as she walked up to me I turned and headed to the chapel. I figured if I walked faster, time might jump ahead with me. We turned down a couple of halls and passed a sign that said “Chapels” with an arrow pointing in the direction we were headed. Monica did a double-take but followed along.

We entered a lounge with a few doors to different chapels. I entered the chapel I had reserved, and Monica followed more slowly. “I don’t understand, Mr. Tomlinson. The meeting is in the Wedding Chapel?” Leading her on like this was frustrating. I snapped accidentally.

“Just wait here, Monica!” I indicated a chair by the door. I saw her eyes begin to water as she sat slowly in the chair. Time needed to speed up a bit faster. I walked to the front of the chapel and spoke quietly with the man who would perform the service. A moment later I heard Monica behind me. It was the first time I had ever heard her distraught in my life.

“If you’re going to fire me, you could have done it over the phone.” I turned to face her and was shocked to see mascara following tears down her face. I felt her pain in my chest.

“Monica, I’m not going—” My words caught in my throat. Mia walked, in and she was simply stunning. I didn’t think a woman could look so good. Her long hair was pulled back and to the right by a rich red ribbon. Two red roses were over her left ear highlighting the lacy white dress that flowed over her curves. The dress was bound by a red belt that tied in a bow on the left. She was holding a small bouquet of red roses. “Beautiful,” I said by instinct as I stared at my future wife. Mia smiled and the whole image glowed brighter.

Monica heard my word, saw my smile and followed my eyes. Mia’s expression changed immediately. “Dale!” She started hurrying forward to Monica. “What did you do to her?” Monica’s mouth was wide open; mascara was all over her cheeks. She kept looking back and forth between Mia and myself.

 

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