I once matched with a guy on Facebook who looked like he stepped right out of a Hollywood rom-com — you know, the type who probably gets free coffee just by smiling at the barista. His profile was filled with pictures of him hiking, reading exotic novels, and volunteering at the local animal shelter. I was half-expecting our date to be straight out of a Nicholas Sparks movie, maybe ending with us kissing in the rain. So, we meet up at this cute little café in Brooklyn, and I'm mentally prepping myself for the possibility of walking down an aisle, when he starts talking...and talking...and talking. Turns out, he mistook our coffee date for an open mic night at the Comedy Cellar. One latte in, and my illusions started crumbling faster than a New York bagel in Midtown traffic. He tells me about his "visionary" app idea — a combination of Uber, Airbnb, and Yelp for guinea pigs. Then he pulls out a notebook, insists we brainstorm a name, and I'm over here trying to hide my intrigue with my espresso spoon. GuineaGo was my suggestion. Not bad, right? But by the time we'd got through names like SniffSnuggle and PigPalooza, I couldn't help but find it charmingly bizarre. He finally stops to breathe and asks, "You ever see a ghost?" He wasn't kidding. I spent the next thirty minutes on an unexpected Ghostbusters deep dive: hauntings, ectoplasms