The 10 Most Unattractive Qualities In A Partner
When you go on a first date, you’ll likely be on the lookout for someone’s most attractive qualities, so much so that you could completely miss their unattractive traits unless they’re total red flags. This has nothing to do with how they look or dress but everything to do with how they act and treat you.
There’s also a good chance they’ll be on their best behavior with nary a negative quality in sight. “As a matchmaker and dating coach, I teach singles that the real person doesn't emerge until about three months in,” says Susan Trombetti, a dating expert and CEO of Exclusive Matchmaking. “That's why relationships make it or break after about three months.”
This is when you might notice that your partner is a horrible listener or that they aren’t very giving or compassionate — and it all has the potential to give you the ick. Since everyone will have a different idea of what counts as “unattractive,” Trombetti recommends assessing whether or not these unsavory traits are something you can live with or something your partner can change, especially since many could make it tough to stay together long-term.
“Anytime you see a red flag, you have to determine if it’s ingrained in their personality or just a bad habit, and if they’re willing to change or not,” she says. “These little personality issues and traits can lead to a break up depending how bad it is.” Keep reading below for some of the top unattractive qualities that can be found in a partner, according to experts, as well as how they might impact your relationship.
The Most Unattractive Qualities In A Partner
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1. Poor Communication
A person with bad communication skills might be easy to spot from the jump, but many times it’s something you’ll pick up on slowly over time. “On a date, if they are on their phone or not otherwise engaged in listening to you, that’s a bit of a red flag,” says Trombetti. It shows they aren’t engaged or listening.
Later on in a relationship, there might be cyclical arguments, trouble with conflict resolution, or feeling as if you aren’t heard or validated. “In a relationship, [poor communication is] hard to deal with,” she says, though it may be something they can work on. “Bad communicators can learn skills to be a better communicator,” she adds, but it’ll take a concerted effort.
2. Negativity
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While it’s OK for someone to have an off day where they grumble and gripe, nothing’s worse than hanging out with a partner who always sees the glass as half-empty.
“Negative people are tough to be around,” says Trombetti. “Nothing seems to excite them or make them happy, and they find the dark clouds in everything.” They also tend to ruin special occasions, like birthdays and weddings, by making it all about them.
To grow a relationship with someone like this can be tricky, too, as they rarely talk about the future with any sense of excitement. There’s a chance they can improve — a negative person might just need a new job or a change of scenery to feel better, Trombetti says — but it’s something to consider if you’re looking for a positive, supportive partnership.
3. Lack Of Kindness
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Kindness comes in many forms, like giving a hug when it’s really needed or coming home with flowers just because. If someone isn’t kind, it can really take a toll. Not only will it impact others —imagine going on a date with someone mean to the server, yuck — but it can also come back to affect you. “No one wants to be someone who is just plain nasty,” says Trombetti.
4. Selfishness
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On a first date, this might reveal itself as someone who only talks about themselves or never asks any questions. Later on, you might notice that they take forever to text back, that they always put their needs first, or that they “forget” to help around the house.
It’s a trait that might have you feeling like you’re single, even while in a relationship. “A selfish person can learn to be less selfish, but it’s ingrained for the most part,” says Trombetti. “Overall, red flags are generally a red flag for a reason.”
5. Sarcasm
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According to Sofie Roos, a licensed sexologist and relationship therapist, many people view sarcasm as unattractive because it’s a sign someone is having a hard time opening up about how they feel.
Sarcasm can get old quick because it drags you down, and it can also make it tough to argue effectively. “Many people are longing to get really close to someone and to have deep and meaningful conversations together, so someone who always flees to sarcasm when it gets tough is a warning sign for most,” she tells Bustle.
While many people view sarcasm as a form of humor, it can also be thinly veiled rudeness that’s just waiting to come out.
6. One-Upping
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According to Roos, it can be unattractive when a partner tries to win or one-up you — or anyone else, for that matter. “We all have met them: the people who try to make themselves look better by pushing others down,” she says. “That’s because it tells you they have very low self-esteem, and to be able to love someone else, you need to love yourself first.”
7. Lying
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Nobody likes a liar, especially in a relationship where you’re supposed to be able to trust each other no matter what. According to Trombetti, some people lie about money, who they hang out with, or they lie by exaggerating their successes. All of it will erode your connection, so it’s best to run far away from this type of behavior.
8. Jealousy
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While some people live for a rush of dramatic jealousy in a relationship, others find it incredibly unattractive. “Jealousy [...] can feel confining because it becomes controlling,” says Trombetti. “It’s hard to be yourself if this green-eyed monster constantly emerges. It could be jealousy over your career, your finances, or every single person who walks by. This is just too much. I say ditch the person over it.”
9. Flakiness
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Whether a date leaves you hanging at a bar or a partner is constantly running late or cancels at the last second, it’s not tough to see why it would be a major turn-off. Not only does flakiness show a lack of maturity, but it also sends the message that you aren’t their top priority — and that never feels nice. As Trombetti says, it might just mean your partner is unorganized, but if they aren’t as committed as you like, it’s a red flag that often spells the end of a relationship.
10. Lack Of Ambition
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A lack of ambition can be problematic, Trombetti says. You might spot it on a first date if they can’t answer your questions about their job or goals, and it can become more obvious over time. How much it bothers you depends on what you want.
If you’re OK with a partner who isn’t a go-getter, that’s fine. But for others, this trait is the opposite of hot. How could someone not have goals? Or dreams? Or a vision for their future? If you’re someone who has a five-year plan locked in, you’ll likely want a partner who has one, too.
Biker Dad Performs on Stage With His Sick Daughter at School – The Next Day, His Motorcycle Club Shows up at His House
A few months after my cancer diagnosis brought my distant father back into my life, I woke up to the terrifying sound of dozens of motorcycles outside our house. When my mom rushed me downstairs, I had no idea why an entire biker club was waiting for us.
My name is Emily, and I was 13 years old when cancer changed everything.
Before my diagnosis, my dad and I lived in the same house, but sometimes it felt like we lived in different worlds.
He wasn't mean.
He wasn't the kind of father who yelled or forgot my existence.
He just always seemed busy with something else.
If he wasn't working, he was with his motorcycle club.
Their jackets, their bikes, their road trips, their weekend rides. That was his whole world.
School events, parent meetings, birthdays, and dance recitals usually came second.
I used to watch other kids run into their dads' arms after performances while my mom sat alone in the audience, saving the empty seat beside her.
Whenever I asked where Dad was, there was always an explanation.
"He had work."
"He already promised the club he'd help."
"He'll make it up to you later."
Later rarely came.
After a while, I stopped asking.
Then, a few months ago, my family found out I had cancer.
I still remember the hospital room.
The doctor spoke gently, but I barely heard anything after the word itself.
Cancer.
The room seemed to shrink around me.
My mom squeezed my hand so tightly it hurt.
When I looked at Dad, he looked different.
For once, there was nowhere else he'd rather be.
The day we got my diagnosis, it felt like somebody pressed a reset button on my dad's life.
Suddenly, he was everywhere.
He drove me to appointments.
He sat beside me during treatments.
He brought me snacks when I felt sick.
When I couldn't sleep, he stayed awake with me and watched old movies.
When I was scared, he listened.
Really listened.
Not while checking his phone.
Not while thinking about somewhere else.
Just listened.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I really had my dad.
One evening, after a treatment session that left me exhausted, we sat on the couch together watching a comedy.
I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt.
Dad laughed too.
Then he looked at me and said quietly, "I've missed too much."
I looked over.
"What do you mean?"
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Your life."
The sadness in his voice surprised me.
"You didn't miss all of it," I said.
He smiled sadly.
"Enough of it."
I didn't know what to say.
So I leaned against his shoulder, and we finished the movie together.
A few weeks later, my school announced a Father's Day performance.
Every student could participate with their dad or another family member.
Most kids were doing songs, skits, or sports demonstrations.
I had a small ballet routine planned.
I almost signed up to perform alone.
Then an idea popped into my head.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I asked, "Would you do it with me?"
Dad nearly choked on his coffee.
"Ballet?"
I laughed.
"Yeah."
He stared at me.
I waited for him to say no.
Instead, he asked, "Do I get lessons first?"
I blinked.
"Is that a yes?"
He grinned.
"It's a yes."
I screamed so loudly that my mom dropped a spoon in the kitchen.
The next few weeks were hilarious.
Dad was terrible.
Absolutely terrible.
He stepped on my feet.
He mixed up left and right.
He nearly fell over trying to spin.
More than once, we both ended up laughing too hard to continue practicing.
But he never quit.
Not once did he give up.
One afternoon, while we practiced in the school gym, a few parents stopped to watch.
Some smiled.
Others looked confused.
One father actually applauded.
Dad just kept trying.
Even when he looked ridiculous.
Especially when he looked ridiculous.
A few days before the performance, one of his biker friends stopped by our house.
His name was Rick.
The two of them stood in the driveway talking while I sat on the porch.
Rick shook his head when Dad mentioned the performance.
"You're seriously going on stage doing ballet?" he asked.
Dad nodded.
"You aren't afraid of what the guys are going to think?" Rick asked.
Dad just shrugged.
"I don't care."
Rick stared at him.
"Seriously?"
Dad glanced toward me.
His expression softened.
"Seriously."
For some reason, hearing that made my chest feel warm.
Maybe because I knew how much the club meant to him.
Maybe because, for once, he was choosing me.
The Father's Day performance arrived sooner than expected.
I was nervous all morning.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
Dad looked nervous too, though he tried to hide it.
Backstage, he adjusted the costume shirt my ballet teacher had convinced him to wear.
"I look ridiculous," he muttered.
"You do," I agreed.
He laughed.
"Thanks for the support."
"You're welcome."
The auditorium was packed.
Parents, teachers, students, grandparents.
Every seat seemed full.
When our turn came, I thought Dad might back out.
Instead, he squeezed my shoulder.
"Ready?"
I nodded.
We walked onto the stage together.
The music started.
For the next few minutes, Dad did his best.
It wasn't graceful.
It wasn't elegant.
It definitely wasn't professional.
The entire school watched as this huge biker covered in tattoos awkwardly tried to follow my ballet steps.
Everybody laughed, but not in a mean way.
Even I couldn't stop laughing.
At one point, he spun the wrong direction and almost crashed into a curtain.
The audience erupted.
Dad laughed too.
By the time the routine ended, everyone was clapping.
Some people were standing.
I couldn't stop smiling.
It was the happiest I'd been in months.
That night, I fell asleep still thinking about it.
I thought about how my dad and I danced up on stage like we were the only two people in the world.
I thought about how my mom watched us the entire time with tears in her eyes.
I thought about how the entire auditorium erupted in cheers after we finished our performance.
For once, I forgot about hospitals.
I forgot about treatments.
I forgot about cancer.
The following morning, I woke up to the sound of motorcycles.
Not one.
Not two.
Dozens.
The roar was so loud it shook the windows.
At first, I thought I was dreaming.
Then the noise grew louder.
And louder.
I sat up in bed.
My heart started pounding.
I rolled over and looked outside.
My stomach dropped.
The street in front of our house was packed with bikers.
An entire crowd had arrived.
Rows and rows of motorcycles stretched down the block.
Some riders stood beside their bikes.
Others were staring at our house.
Nobody seemed to be leaving.
I couldn't understand what I was seeing.
Had something happened?
Was someone in trouble?
A minute later, my mom rushed into my room.
Her face looked strange.
Not scared.
Not angry.
Just emotional.
"Emily," she said quietly. "You and your dad are being called outside. Right now."
I slipped on my slippers and headed downstairs.
As Dad opened the front door, the roar of the motorcycles suddenly stopped.
Every rider turned toward us.
The man standing at the front of the crowd took a step forward.
I recognized him immediately.
Rick.
The same biker who had laughed when he heard Dad was going to perform ballet with me.
For a second, nobody spoke.
The entire street seemed frozen.
Rows of motorcycles stretched in every direction. Men in leather jackets and sunglasses, with tattoos and beards.
It looked like something out of a movie.
I suddenly felt very small standing on our front porch.
Dad looked just as confused as I felt.
"Rick?" he called. "What's going on?"
Rick scratched his beard and glanced around at the crowd.
Then he smiled.
"You really thought we'd let you have all the attention after that performance?"
A wave of laughter rolled through the bikers.
Dad frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
Rick shook his head.
"We all saw the video."
My stomach tightened.
The video.
Several parents had recorded our Father's Day performance. By the time we got home, clips of it were already being shared online.
Dad groaned.
"Oh no."
The bikers laughed again.
I noticed they didn't look angry or disappointed.
They looked amused.
Some even looked emotional.
Rick pointed at Dad.
"Relax. The dancing wasn't what people were talking about."
Dad folded his arms.
"Then what was?"
Rick glanced at me.
"The look on Emily's face."
The smile disappeared from Dad's face.
So did mine.
The crowd grew quiet.
Rick continued.
"We saw a father showing up for his daughter."
Several bikers nodded.
One of them stepped forward.
His gray beard reached almost to his chest.
"I've got three daughters," he said. "They're all grown now."
He looked down for a moment.
"I missed a lot."
Nobody laughed.
Nobody joked.
Another biker spoke up.
"I missed softball games."
A third shrugged.
"I missed dance recitals."
A fourth added quietly, "I missed more birthdays than I care to admit."
The silence that followed felt heavy.
Dad looked around at them, and his expression softened.
Rick shoved his hands into his pockets.
"A lot of us watched that video and started thinking."
"About what?" Dad asked.
"About what really matters."
Nobody spoke for several seconds.
Then Rick smiled again.
"So we decided to do something."
He waved toward one of the motorcycles.
A woman climbed off the back and walked forward, carrying a large wooden box.
My mom gasped.
Dad stared.
The woman handed the box to Rick.
Rick opened it.
Inside were dozens of envelopes.
My dad blinked.
"What is this?"
Rick looked uncomfortable for the first time all morning.
"We passed the hat around."
Dad stared.
Rick shrugged.
"Actually, we passed it around a lot."
A few bikers chuckled.
Another called out, "And Rick wouldn't stop asking people."
"Shush," Rick shot back.
The crowd laughed.
Then he looked at Dad again.
"We know treatments aren't cheap."
My mom covered her mouth.
I felt my chest tighten.
Rick continued.
"We know you've been missing work."
"We know things have been hard."
Dad looked speechless.
For perhaps the first time in my life, I couldn't think of a single thing to say either.
Rick handed him the box.
"Open it."
Dad slowly lifted one of the envelopes.
Then another.
And another.
Each contained money.
Some held checks.
Others contained handwritten notes.
My mom started crying.
Dad swallowed hard.
"Guys..."
His voice cracked.
He stopped talking.
One biker grinned.
"See? We finally found a way to shut him up."
The crowd erupted with laughter.
Even Dad laughed, though tears were running down his face.
Rick faced me.
"This wasn't only for your dad."
I blinked.
"What?"
A grin spread across his face.
Then he snapped his fingers.
Another biker stepped forward, carrying something bright pink.
At first, I couldn't tell what it was.
Then I realized.
A motorcycle helmet.
Pink with white stripes.
My favorite color.
I stared.
"What is that?"
Rick held it out toward me.
"Yours."
My eyes widened.
"Mine?"
Every biker around him started smiling.
I carefully took the helmet.
The surface was covered in signatures.
Dozens of them.
Messages filled every space.
"Keep fighting."
"You've got this."
"Your whole crew is behind you."
"Strongest kid we know."
My vision blurred.
I realized I was crying.
Again.
I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
One of the bikers pointed toward the signatures.
"Read the back."
I turned the helmet over.
Across the bottom, written in thick silver marker, were the words:
"HONORARY ROAD CAPTAIN"
I looked up.
The entire crowd was watching me.
Rick folded his arms.
"So, Emily."
I swallowed.
"Yeah?"
He smiled.
"Want to lead today's ride?"
I stared at him.
"Me?"
The bikers laughed.
"You."
I looked at Dad.
He was smiling through tears.
"What do you think, kiddo?" he asked.
I couldn't stop smiling.
"Really?"
"Really," Rick said.
A few minutes later, Dad helped me put on the pink helmet.
It was a little big.
I didn't care.
I felt like the coolest person in the world.
Then he lifted me onto his motorcycle.
The crowd cheered.
The sound startled me.
Not because it was loud.
Because it was for me.
Dad climbed on in front.
I wrapped my arms around him.
The motorcycles around us began moving.
Slowly.
Carefully.
We rolled down the street.
Then something amazing happened.
The other bikers didn't pass us.
They didn't surround us randomly.
They formed around us.
Two rode ahead.
Several stayed behind.
Others positioned themselves along both sides.
Like an escort.
Like a parade.
Like they were protecting somebody important.
For the first time, I realized they were protecting me.
People came out of their houses to watch.
Neighbors waved from porches.
Children pointed excitedly.
A few parents from school stood on the sidewalk, smiling when they recognized Dad and me from the performance video.
One woman pressed her hand to her chest.
Another wiped her eyes.
Everybody smiled.
Everybody waved.
And for the first time since my diagnosis, nobody was looking at me with pity.
Nobody was looking at me like I was sick.
They were looking at me like I was special.
Like I was strong.
Like I belonged.
The ride wasn't long.
Just around the neighborhood.
But I wished it could last forever.
When we finally returned home, the motorcycles lined both sides of the street.
Dad helped me climb off the bike.
The crowd applauded.
Neighbors clapped from their lawns.
Someone from across the street shouted, "Go, Emily!"
My face turned red, but I couldn't stop smiling.
Rick walked over.
"Not bad for your first ride."
I laughed.
"I think I liked it."
"You think?"
"I loved it."
He grinned.
"Good answer."
One by one, the bikers started heading back to their motorcycles.
Engines began rumbling to life.
Then more.
Within seconds, dozens of motorcycles were roaring again.
The sound was enormous.
One by one, riders saluted me.
Some waved.
Others pointed at the pink helmet.
A few shouted good luck.
The noise echoed across the neighborhood.
But now it didn't feel scary.
It felt supportive.
I looked at Dad.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
I leaned against him.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
I realized I wasn't facing cancer alone.
Not just with Mom and Dad.
With an entire community standing behind me.
As the motorcycles disappeared down the street, I watched until the last one was gone.
Then I looked up at Dad.
He smiled.
And I smiled back.
A few months earlier, I thought my dad's motorcycle club had taken him away from me.
Standing there that morning, surrounded by dozens of roaring engines and people cheering my name, I realized they had helped bring him back.
But here is the real question: How often do we tell ourselves there's always more time, only to realize that the moments we remember most are the ones we almost missed?
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