“I want to be rich,” you proclaim, “I want to be famous,” but it’s 4 a.m. and I don’t properly weight the significance of what you’re about to propose.

Are they the sort of people who own sex toys? Are they the sort of people who use them? Would they be embarrassed if a dinner party guest rifled through their bedside table and found them? Or would they only pretend to be embarrassed?

Are they immune from blackmail? Have they ever cheated? Are there lurid pictures of this somewhere in a manilla envelope? Perhaps hidden away somewhere in a safety deposit box along with a lightly oiled black weapon.

What are the others like? What secrets do they have? Would they tell me if I asked them? What if I seduced them first? What if I made them fall hopelessly in love with me? Would they break down under such bittersweet torture?