Now I would be irresponsible if I didn’t warn you that having an unboyfriend is not for the faint of heart. As a wise man once said, this is strictly for live men, not for freshmen. If you’re the type of gal who needs to declare your relationship status on facebook, an unboyfriend is not for you. If you want to walk down the street holding hands and bring him to Christmas dinner to meet your granny, stop reading now. And if you are the type of gal who needs exclusive rights to the peen, abort the unboyfriend-seeking mission immediately.
For many women, the unboyfriend seems like a recipe for disaster, but as a veteran of the unrelationship I can tell you that doesn’t have to be that way. When approached with the right attitude, an unboyfriend is a beautiful thing. Imagine it; you get to spend time with someone who respects you and actually cares what happens to you. You can trust him with at least your minor secrets. He will do you a favour and won’t expect pussy in return and even if he does it’s not a big deal because you’re giving it to him anyway. You can unleash your inner nuturer and occasionally cook him a meal or iron his briefs if that’s what you’re into without seeming like you’re trying to #swindle him into something.