It's truly bizarre how so many men idealise a vulvar appearance that is characteristic of pre-pubescence and post-menopause, i.e., the infertile periods of a woman's life. Though I doubt most possess the self-awareness or intelligence to reflect on that. It speaks to a deep-seated psychosexual dysfunction on a societal level, and is the opposite of evolutionary psychology theory: a highly unnatural attraction.
Men sexualise and objectify us relentlessly, and yet harbour this profound hang-up/aversion to our actual sex organs and mature sexuality. They chop us up figuratively - "legs man", "ass man", "boobs man" (where are the "vulva men"?!) - fetishising just about every non-sexual part of our bodies, while avoiding, erasing or attempting to erase our sex organs, in life as in art. Don't even get me started on the infantile breast fetish of most men (at least in the modern West). There's a pretty clear transference of desire from the "threatening" and unfamiliar female genitalia, with its complex and varied parts, to the simple and familiar comfort objects from a man's childhood that are breasts.
Men value the parts that have a past or present use for them, i.e., the breasts and vaginal canal, which are regarded and represented as more or less interchangeable "parts" among women and women-like objects, such as sex dolls, alike. Meanwhile, the sexual parts that distinguish a woman and exist primarily for her pleasure are devalued and denigrated by men and regarded as surplus to their requirements.
I find the whole topic as fascinating as it is disturbing. I was thinking about this when I watched Ghost in the Shell (1995) at the cinema earlier this week. There are multiple, rather gratuitous sequences of the female lead naked. While she has media-standard spherical and gravity-defying breasts, complete with detailed nipples, she has nothing but a blank space between her legs. It's a pervasive and international cultural myth: that women, though sex objects, have no sex - or ought to have no sex. We have "nothing"/"no thing", as the Elizabethans said...
Anyway, that was an essay.
OP, dump the bastard. Yuck!