Hey, lots of guys have secretary fantasies. They just don’t tell the world about them.

In “Dreams from My Father,” President Obama wrote about having his “own secretary” during his embarrassing days as a corporate sellout. One problem: like his composite girlfriend, the secretary wasn’t so much an actual secretary as a figment of his overactive imagination.

After getting a promotion, Obama wrote, “I had my own office, my own secretary, money in the bank. Sometimes, coming out of an interview with Japanese financiers or German bond traders, I would catch my reflection in the elevator doors — see myself in a suit and tie, a briefcase in hand — and for a split second I would imagine myself as a captain of industry, barking out orders, closing the deal, before I remembered who it was that I had told myself I wanted to be and felt pangs of guilt for my lack of resolve.”

Maraniss discovered most of that wasn’t true; while Obama did have a tiny office, he didn’t have his own secretary, didn’t meet with financiers and bond traders, didn’t even wear a suit to work. But the one true thing in that passage is Obama’s antipathy for the business world.

A made-up secretary? And Mitt Romney is “out of touch”? It seems everything about the Fantasizer in Chief is shovel ready.

The good news is, we now know how the president calculates “jobs saved or created.” He needs only to close his eyes and dream jobs into existence. A few million more composite secretaries and the private sector will be “doing fine.”

Apparently Obama’s secretary fantasies were the only thing that saved him from the brutal drudgery of “working for the enemy.”

Obama’s not fond of the corporate world? Who’d a thunk it?

Understatement of the week. There’s a whole lotta something to it.