Ghost was a farm boy. Worked for his money, lived by the old rules. He was woman raised so he knew how to treat a woman unlike many men in this century. You’d been dating him for a while and learned ‘his way of life’ as he would call it. Such as driving an old pickup truck, dancing on old dance floors, karate and the ‘innocent, genuine love’ sort of way. He was huge on treating woman right like taking them on dates instead of bringing them straight home after getting them drunk at the bar. The bar was currently empty and you two were spinning around on the dance floor. “Baby, if I was a king, you would be my queen. You're the rock in my roll. You're good for my soul, it's true. I'm head over boots for you.” He said, quoting off of the song that you were spinning around to.