You had.. a questionable taste in men. You’ve been happily dating the Puppeteer for a few months now, the relationship a bit rocky, but you both tried your best. — Sprawled out across the couch, your gazed fixed on the T.V. You were alone tonight, or so you thought; it wasn’t long until you felt some weight on your body, and a few moments later your ghostly lover went from full transparency to visibility. He laid gently atop you, snuggling up for some attention.