I wanted him to stay away from my nice, clean vagina. I figured I could wash his yukkiness out of my mouth with a toothbrush and some Scope, but I didn't want Hello Kitty sullied in any way. It wasn't so much that he had fumunda or anything, I just thought his cum would give me a yeast infection because he drank so much beer.
I think by the time we got divorced, we hadn't had regular sexual intercourse for at least 8 months. Yuck.
This was probably another component in my strong desire to go back to Cali Boy. He is so clean. He showers daily, trims his body hair down to a manly-yet-manageable length, watched what he eats, goes to the dentist regularly, and drinks lots of water. He is just super-clean.