NOT A GIGOLO — by Steve Nadis
Last week, in a scene reminiscent of a classic family movie, our babysitter up and quit on us. Which means we’ve gone an entire week with absolutely no “coverage.” Desperate times like these demand desperate measures. Which is why I’ve taken the extraordinary step of hiring a 20-year-old male babysitter–one, I might add, who is considered quite a “hottie” among the mothers at our daughter’s preschool. The whole thing makes me a bit uneasy, I must confess–the thought of my wife having impure thoughts about him in the same way I might (though emphatically do not!) have impure thoughts about an equally hot (though viva la difference!) 20-year-old female babysitter.
At a preschool gathering tonight, some of the mothers began talking about this same babysitter. “Does it make you want to be 20 again?” someone asked a mom who’s now in her early 50s. “No,” she replied. “But I’d sure like to know if his father’s divorced.”
Now i see ,,after reality comes
unpure and unclean thoughts (libido in fact)(πορνο)
or is it economics ,, male babysitter
has more job offers..?
i’m losing it here ,,someone…?
What to say–I think you’re overanalyzing here…
YEAH ….but it did make my day.
That lady’s right. Go for the handsome-gene-pool mother lode.
Isn’t there a new term for male nannies? You are in the midst of a trend.
Thanks for asking, WFW. In fact, there is: mannies.
DAMN, you beat me to it. I just looked it up! MANNIES….
No kidding! There is such a word? I’ll be damned! I thought I made it up.