Six ARCHETYpal Men
that us women fall for (sometimes unjustly).
Ask any random woman what type of man she falls for and I bet you anything her answer will be: “I don’t have a type.” I’d say the same thing. Looking back at all the men I’ve had long or short relationships with, there isn’t a clear type, but they do all share similar characteristics or physical features. Though I still stick to my opinion that I don’t have a specific type. If you haven’t yet decided, here is a summary I made of the six archetypes that women fall for. You choose!
The surfer dude
Tall, tanned, hair that always looks great from the salty seawater and he is well toned from taming the wild waves. He is super chilled because he spends his days on the beach, and I’m not sure how, but most surfer dudes are good looking. No worries and life is as good as the last wave he rode. Your dates with him will be sporty, romantic (sunsets in the water anyone?), tropical and practically nude, because surfers operate in their swimming trunks and with a body like that, we don’t mind (if you live in the city and suffer from a serious lack of surfer dudes around you, take a look at this Tumblr to get you going)
the business man
It’s that snappy suit that got you to fall for him. We get that. It is not terribly emancipated, but a man with power is very attractive. Let’s call it the Mister Big Effect. That MBE is the reason we pay extra attention when cycling near the business district in Amsterdam, or when embarking from St. Paul’s subway station in London (mecca for investment bankers and other powerful man-folk). Your date with him will probably be in an ultra fancy restaurant, he’ll pay and your evening will probably end in his ridiculously beautiful waterside home or modern penthouse. You’ll have to be careful relationship-wise because his working times will make love impossible so you can expect many evenings at home alone.
The rich boy
He comes from Bloemendaal, Aerdenhout, Henley, Oxford or somewhere like that and preferably has a double barrel surname. He and his friends are called Frederik, Hendrik, Roderick, Henry, Alexander, Charles or Constantine. Hockey was or is their sport, he used to wear two Ralph Lauren polo shirts over each other and he has at least two pink shirts in his cupboard. He goes sailing in summer or spends holidays at his parent’s house in South France, but loves hanging out on the beach at home or hitting a ball on the golf course. Your date with him will be a beer in a very proper bar or enjoying a snack in a posh establishment.
The bad boy
Every woman comes into contact with the bad boy at some stage. A bad boy is the type that you just know will break your heart yet you fall for him with eyes wide open. “Yes I know exactly what I’m doing” you lie to yourself and your girlfriends, yet the truth is he has total control of the situation as he did with the hundred before you. He pretends that all is different with you and even though you’re shouting out loudly “I have no real feelings for him”, you wonder to yourself if perhaps you’ll be the one to make him into a better person. The truth is that this will never happen. Ever. A bad boy is fun for an adventure or a few wild nights, but don’t expect much more. Your date? There isn’t one. You only meet in his or your bed. And perhaps in a club while he’s making out with another girl.
The artist
If you’ve had your heart broken by the bad boy or you’ve run screaming from a lonely existence with your far too successful business man, the artist will be waiting for you with open arms. He is intensely sensitive, every sentence out of his mouth is drenched in poetry and he loves staring deeply into your eyes as he caresses your cheek lovingly and tells you that you are his muse. You’re like putty in his hands and have the feeling that you truly are yourself with him. That he really understands you. “Finally a man that listens to me!” you coo happily and his hot blooded dreaminess lifts you off your feet. Your date will be seeing a new exhibition or visiting a random museum or spending hours perusing experimental artworks at one of his arty friend’s homes.
