The Un-Boyfriends

Before all the guys that have become staples of this blog, and after my last long term relationship I wound up with 2 "unboyfriends." Both of them were originally from another country, and both lasted for about 3 months. For some reason these guys were completely unable to call me their girlfriend. The title scared them even though I was with each of them exclusively, and we spent consistent time together. The first was in his late twenties. He and I were together for a few months. I would see him at least 2 times a week. Sometimes I would ask him to extend the foreplay in order to let me really warm up before sex. Every once in a while he would forget, and I would have to talk to him about it. After a few months I found myself back in the same discussion with him, but this time things were different. He responded to my request by saying that he recognized what the problem was, but didn't care enough to change. Considering there is no response to a statement like that I promptly got out of bed, got dressed, and quietly walked out of his apartment. After that it was over. He tried consistently to get back with me, but not until 2 months had passed since that last discussion. He wasn't worth another go, honestly. The second of the unboyfriends was quite a bit older than me at 38 years old. He was married for 15 years and had two young girls. Frankly, the fact that he was such an involved dad made him more attractive. When he and I first met it was shortly after the car accident. I didn't think he was attracted to me until a month after the initial meeting when he started flirting with me on another occasion. He practically forced me to go get a drink with him. I felt that if he had seen me at my worst and was still interested, he was worth a go. When I went out with him later on that night I had dressed up and pulled out all the stops. His mouth almost hit the floor when he saw me all "modeled out." We were together for over 2 months when one morning we started talking about eye cream. I have a slight obsession with eye cream and I had started to apply it to his eyes at night when I stayed over. When I told him that there was a noticeable difference now that he had been using it for a couple months he freaked out. I could see the fear in his eyes as he realized that he and I had been seeing each other for that long. After that day I didn't hear from him at all for a while. When he did finally call he barely talked. I told him how upsetting it was for him to be out of contact with me for almost a week. He said that he would have to call me back. That was the last I heard from him. Ironically, a man almost 10 years older than my first unboyfriend would wind up ending the relationship in an equally childish fashion.