Definition: When a sexually neglected dude becomes emotionally identical to an appliance: technically functional but hollow inside, with all warmth replaced by a faint hum of resentment. Characterized by robotic small talk (“Days were fine”), strategically extended errands, and the distinct aura of a man calculating how long he can linger in the cereal aisle before facing his dead bedroom. The soul’s equivalent of a lightbulb burning out behind a closed door.
Example: “Mark’s been in Beer Fridge Mode for months. He ‘accidentally’ took up competitive birdwatching just to leave at 5 AM, and when Sarah asked about their anniversary dinner, he just shrugged ‘Whatever you want, babe’ while reorganizing the junk drawer. Even the dog avoids him.”