And that’s fine and dandy; if your secret fantasy is sexual and safe—and doesn’t harm anyone in the process—that’s cool. But when I think of a secret fantasy, I think of noodles.
Remember in Patch Adams when that elderly woman—the same one who played that darling promiscuous pianist in The Wedding Singer—confesses to Patch that her dream—a dream she’s had every since childhood— is to swim in a giant bowl of noodles? Her eyes light up and she squeezes her hand, it excites her so damn much.
Yeah, I dig that.