Still Not A 100% Spirit

"Women," he sighed. "I honestly didn't want you to find out about it like this, but yes, it's true. I am not really proud of my past and my playboy status, but that person was me and at that time, I was proud of it."

He cleared his throat and spoke again. "The past few months have given me time to reflect upon it and realize how shallow and vain it was."

I could hear the guilt in his voice.

"So you are, what, thirty years old and you have had sex with ninety-six women?"

"Hey, I am just twenty-seven, and yes, it's true."

Wow, he was only two years elder to me. It would have been a perfect match only if he hadn't been such a – NO, Amrita, don't go there.

"I don't get it," I regrouped, "How could you have done it? Didn't you ever think how shallow it was, or how many females you ruined with false promises?"

He sighed. "I don't want to lie to you; I used to be very proud of the fact."

"Oh my God! I am with the biggest male slut in the history of the world," I hyperventilated.

"No, you are not, and it's not like we are together." He sounded uncomfortable. "I am a ghost, after all."

"Why didn't you bring it up earlier?"

"I actually did."

I was so surprised by this announcement that I yanked the curtain open, unaware of my nakedness. Thankfully, his face was turned away and he didn't see anything.

"Can I turn and talk to your face?" he asked and I spoke "NO" closing back the curtain

"You need to calm down," he was saying. "You just got out of the hospital and all of this excitement is not good for you."

"Are you serious? I am living with the biggest supernatural playboy and you are asking me to calm down?" I screamed.

"Technically, I am not dead. So, my supernatural status is under dispute."

Was he mocking me? I was not amused, and all of this was overwhelming me.

"But when did you tell me all of that? And why am I the only one who can see you, hear you or touch you? Why me?!" I was panicking, all the events accumulating and threatening to bury me in an avalanche of emotions.