My story around an au-pair is not a good one.
I don;t really move in circles of people who employ them to be honest but on this occasion, we were in the area so visited an old school friend of my wife’s as she had heard the friend had recovered from a serious illness.
So we were sat there in their mansion (her husband was clearly very well paid doing his lawyer job) and were making small talk. The husband had quickly ascertained that we were not his type and made some excuses, walked out. About ten minutes later the au-pair walks in.
She is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. One of those women who make you actually stop walking and just stare. She’s got to be 6’1″, is wearing high heels as well, tight dress, a naturally beautiful face with either no makeup or so little , cunningly applied that it makes her look that way. Her hair is like ink flowing over her shoulders.
I decide the best course of action is to completely ignore her. Obviously it makes no difference because my wife has seen her and she’s already twigged. She asks who the lady is and talks to her a little. I stare steadfastly into my tea cup and become mute. Finally she leaves, I breathe a sigh of relief and catch my wife’s eye who starts laughing.
Her friend asks what’s up so my wife explains that the girl who just walked in could grace a catwalk in any major fashion show and how brave her friend must be allowing such a beautiful woman into the house.
“Is she beautiful? I’d never really noticed. My husband hired her.”
I took that as my cue to leave so began making up time constraints and we left. I barely knew this woman but I could see she was warming up her nagging muscles.
I heard the au-pair was out the door in less than a week.