Walking to the train this morning I was stuck behind, i.e. unable to pass, these two men, both of whom where approximately the same height and build, and nattily attired, and clearly familiar with each other.  As I was unable to navigate around I fell in step behind them, and for the half-block walk, until I could break free and towards the train, I defined them in my mind as the bespoke boyfriends. 

Would that we could, like with mulling over the cut and fabric and lining of a suit, make a lover custom fit.  Since we cannot—nor would we ultimately want to I reckon—then surely Bespoke Boyfriend is a great song or album title?  Somebody run with it. Here, go.