Patch Adams, a wonderful person, a lovely film, a terrible actor to portray him. And, as you'll see in the clip here, a fantastically amazing fantasy. To swim in a pool of noodles!
However, my pasta fantasy goes a bit further than that little cutie just wanting to swim in a large kiddy pool full of half noodles, half goo. My fantasy is very specific ... but I figure, if I'm gonna have a fantasy, it's gonna be damn detailed and damn good.
Ok, so picture this:
Me. In a bathingsuit bottom, no top (I want to feel the noodles, but not in my vajay). I will have some type of contraption protecting my hair, but not causing a headache as a swimming cap would. Goggles. That won't hurt my head. But I'd like to see under pasta. A huge, olympic sized pool. Heated. With no one else. Unless, that is, I decide that I get bored and want some company. Then, I will have several friends waiting for my signal, and they will join me.