It’s Raining Men

It was a Friday night. The clubs were hopping. The bars were packed. Like any newly single woman with two kids and two dogs, I was just where you’d expect – planted on the couch watching movies with Mary Poppins, my 22-year-old live-in nanny.

Mary Poppins makes for great company. She likes sushi. She makes no demands, and she’s a horror film fanatic. She’s easygoing and hard to anger. In fact, I have more fun with her than I’ve had in years. She’s like the perfect date… and I don’t even have to put out. She goes above and beyond with the kids. She eats whatever I fix and NEVER complains. S

he laughs at all my jokes, and even asks me how my day is. I don’t know many women like her. As far as men, I don’t know ANY who are like her. And if I did, I’d be down on one knee proposing.

Even if she’s not on the clock, she still helps. She does whatever she can to make my life easier. After years of having to beg and plead for assistance, this is a completely foreign concept to me. I couldn’t pay J-Fed to help me back in the day. But nanny was a whole different story. She knew what it meant to be a team.

There’s little that I wouldn’t do for her. Hell, I’ve even grown accustomed to the Spanish sub-titles that cross the bottom of the screen as we watch our Netflix. So in essence, I learn something new from her every day. And I’m sure she’s learning a bit from me as well – how to be sarcastic, cold and lodge scathing insults to an unappreciative ex.

As we sat on the couch Friday night watching a foreign documentary, the phone rang. Mary Poppins and I sat on the edge of our seats, waiting to see who it could be. I snatched up the phone before she had a chance to answer. You see, it was not a suitor… for her or I. In fact, it was the online dating company calling to check in.