This afternoon, while on my daily, draining five-mile run, I happened upon an iconic  fantasy: a young woman washing her car in a white tank top. The teenage boy in me got excited. I flashed to the movie Wild Things.

Then she turned around.

This woman looked nothing like Denise Richards! Not only was there a dearth of suds, there was no female friend to help her lather up in just the right places. Worse: she simply didn’t have the goods. Until today, I couldn’t imagine a universe in which ANY female wouldn’t be worth a second glance in a wet, white tank top.

Friends, that universe is Sheridan, WY.

Naturally, this is far from my first experience with a movie/real life disconnect. For starters, my senior prom was no final scene in Sixteen Candles. Nobody has ever played a boom box outside my window like Lloyd Dobler. And I’m still waiting for some hot Dracula to bite me on the neck and turn me into a sexy whore of a vampiress. Truly, I am. But today’s car wash was disappointing on a whole other level. The fantasy seemed so lifelike.

Now I’m going to be forced to re-examine even my seemingly “realistic” fantasies. Such as: making the audience fall in love with me one karaoke evening. Or being able to afford a maid. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know vampires don’t exist. But hot chicks with hoses and sponges? Is that really too much to ask?

…don’t answer that!