One of the smartest, sexiest guys I ever knew became agoraphobc around the age of 35. Boom! One day he just couldn't leave his house, it was like that Buenel movie, Exterminating Angel. He was convinced it was because he'd had sex with this extremely plain and vengeful young woman. She'd cursed him, he thought.

So for the next five years, my social interactions w/Bob consisted of phone calls received at 2 in the morning during which he would beg me to slash her tires, make her fall in love with me and then drop her or somehow otherwise undermine her personal power so he'd be able to leave his house again.