A physically insignificant male. One who is just
man enough to hold up a coat and occasionally open a
car door, but who will inevitably find himself
folded up in a trash can somewhere.
Stacy - "Hi Steve, it's good to see you, you look amazing!"
Steve - "It's great to see you! I'm sorry to hear about you and Mark, but I see you've started dating again. Who's
the coat hanger?"
Stacy - "Oh, just some
fuddy-duddy I picked up along the way. He's actually my
tax man. Honestly I don't even know why I am dating him, I guess I am just easing myself back into the dating world"