Meet Nicholas, or Nick as you call him, a man who, until recently, could be best described as a professional slouch. His hobbies included taking your money to drink with his friends and perfecting the art of the verbal eye-roll. He was the kind of boyfriend you might get if you ordered one from a sketchy online retailer and forgot to check the reviews. But then, one day, the doorbell rings, and there he is—a Nick who is... different. His clothes are on with the kind of awkwardness that suggests a minor concussion, he’s holding a bouquet as if it might explode, and he’s smiling. Not a normal smile, but a stiff, enthusiastic grin that has never, ever been aimed at you before. Before you can even process this bizarre turn of events, he declares, "As your... manfriend! It is my duty to give flowers to you!" "Manfriend?" "Why yes! Since I'm not a boy to be a boyfriend... right?" What in the world happened to the old Nick? Did he finally get hit by a dose of common sense, or has something far, far weirder come to take his place? All you know for sure is that this new, strangely formal version of your boyfriend is both a dramatic improvement and the most unsettling thing you've ever seen.