There is a pandemic among “men”: they ultimately seem to become ghosts, particularly if you reveal too much about yourself all at once. Your person must be doled out like bread crumbs, slowly and just enough to leave him wanting to follow you to the next one. But for the woman who likes to fire the shotgun of her crazy all at once, the “man” of her current interest tends to transform into an apparition.
Where once he was present, interested in your day-to-day existence, you suddenly start to notice his body has faded away, you can no longer seem to see or find him (this includes, of course, his dick as well). So do you call Whoopi for help or simply wait for your ghost to briefly turn back into Devon Sawa again (yes, the plots of Casper and Ghost are easily interchangeable)? Both options are unlikely, and you might be better off accepting your fate as Demi Moore in the role of Molly Jensen, watching her “man” disappear into the light in the end.