Notice the number of women in the comments pining for his attention via empathetic flattery. They do this because they cannot process a man entirely uninterested in their existence. One of them must seduce the evil beast into their prince.
This is the horror men dare not admit, or none would ever marry again, and none would ever sleep again. For they can only ever be instrumental and fantastical to the women they love. There is no true or untrue, no objective reality, because she is a creature of the subjunctive. She lives in the world of the possible, the hypothetical, the wished-for and the never-was, the maybe, the almost, the oft-wondered and the yearned-for. Wherever you are, she is not, and wherever she may be, you can never join her. She can do you no injury and thus may do as she pleases, because, to her, you simply are not there.