Received Sunday, October 8, 2006
I am a twenty nine year old professional male living and working on the LES (lower East side of Manhattan-ed). For the past seven months; I have been dating a charming woman who earns a substantial salary as a nanny. The relationship is saturated with the jealous spoiling of an insecure hen who utilizes her vast leisure time by ferreting opportunities to inflict herself upon my workday. This means; I find myself having lunch or coffee with her and the child she cares for, at least twice per week. And while this woman possesses many attributes that make her inviting to myself and the male population in general; I'd prefer to spend my lunch and break time with my coworkers. And no; I cannot tell her this directly, because she will pout and weep (and wonder why). This is the second nanny position she has had since we began dating. The child she cares for now is not even ten months and if she were not utilizing a measure I imagine inexpedient, she would not be able to sit for these protracted periods of time. A child of that age should squirm, cry, cackle, fuss or otherwise make such ventures somewhat difficult; yes? Would it surprise you to know that she is never without a mad handful of "sugar in the raw" packets? And she has nary a qualm about lacing the child's infant formula with said. I wait for the mother of that child to chance upon such discovery. I wait.