The ultimate 'Nanny No-No'

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There are things that one must certainly never do as a nanny - there are the blindly obvious like try not to lose any of the children, don't hit them or yell at them, basically just be a good, kind decent human being. Now I have not read this book as yet...




But feel that what I am about to write would be in the first chapter titled 'Ultimate Nanny No-No's'... 

2 weeks in the role, and I have my first Saturday night out in Florence with my girlfriend Callie and some of her friends. As well as this being a fun night out for me and Callie, it was a chance to meet some of her friends, as she was soon to be leaving Florence, and was basically the only other person I had had contact with outside of children - so I was desperate to make some new friends.

We have dinner at a gorgeous little restaurant called Quattro Leone, and Callie has come with a friend who I am hoping (without sounding desperate) will become a friend of mine. Thankfully she is brilliant and the conversation, as well as the 1.5L Vino flows very readily. After dinner and many conversations of love, life and the Universe - yip that's right, I have yet again stumbled upon someone who is like-minded and believes in the beauty of life as I do. We finish up and drop into another restaurant called Il Cantinone - where Callie had been a regular, so wanted to say goodbye to the head chef who is always very good to us (I have since become a regular). It doesn't take long for them to keep topping up our wines and then over comes a giant plate of deserts for us to share accompanies with some glasses of bubbly. Again the romantic feeling of love for this city swells inside. 

Now we are about 2L of vino, some glasses of bubbly and a belly full of gorgeous pasta and deserts in, so of course it is time to move on somewhere new. We head to a bar called Volume in Santo Spirito (which again is now my favourite); they have live music most nights, it is small but funky - book shelves lining one wall, and the art work has been different most every time I have been in there.

A side note on this bar: It is actually quite new, but has that old, funky vibe. So it turns out the owner is either extremely clever, or very fortunate - because it seems old and cultural he does not pay tax on it... Brilliant! (must look into this more for the 'one kiss' bar...)

We manage to somehow jostle our way through the crowd of Italians (thankfully this bar has a great mix of people, not just students - and quite frankly always has a number of very attractive Italian men - not that this is the reason it is now my favourite bar...) There are 2 Italian guys standing near us, and eye contact is made, eventually one of them comes over and starts chatting to me. This is where the magic of alcohol kicks in, I know we talked and then danced all night together - but I could not tell you one thing we talked about... Anyway, from memory of the night, he seemed very nice, too nice in fact as unlike every other Italian man I have ever spoken to, he didn't once make a move (there has to be something wrong with him right?)

After about '30mins' of drunk time, which equates to about 3hours in real world time; a sensible drunk self kicks in for once and decides that it is time I head home as I am little drunk.. (now I was very drunk, but not black out drunk yet - everything is just slightly hazy - like Florence looked today with a layer of fog lying thickly over it like a blanket..) Now Riccardo (yes another gorgeous O!) said he would walk me home as didn't want me walking by myself - I refuted this at first, because little did he know that he was actually signing up to hike across the city and up a hill (which in my state may as well have been a full-scale mountain). But he wouldn't have any of it. About an hour or so later, and when the fog of drunken haze starts to lift from my memory... we arrive at my house - which is not only up a giant hill, but on the complete opposite side of where he lives...

This is the fork in the road... and there really should be no question here of what happens next... Like I said I was drunk, but not black-out, out of my mind drunk. I remember this moment very clearly, and my thoughts... I said this was the Ultimate Nanny no-no right?... Well it is at this point that I should bid this very kind, and seemingly sweet Italian man good night, BUT instead...

I offer him to stay... Again like I said, I was coherent at this point and know that this really REALLY should not happen, but I am also cognicent of the fact that it is about 5am, and he would have another hour at least walk home... He said no to begin with, but then decided that it was actually a better idea than the trudge home. SO in we go; now when we first walk into my room I get a shock... I had somehow completely forgotten one small detail - literally small detail... I am currently sleeping in the world's smallest single bed - not ideal at all for two people, especially two people that hardly know each other...

Anyway, it is all very innocent, we go straight to sleep, no hanky panky of any description - this is emphasized by the fact that I wake up in my not-so flattering pjs that have little monkeys all over them... (it has definitely been a while since I brought someone home with me).

Waking up being spooned by a gorgeous Italian man is a very nice feeling; until... oh shit, shit shit... what have I done??!! Ok, don't panic Tash, you can get him out of here, the family always goes to Church on Sunday mornings... I do a quick recon scout to suss out the situation - the two little ones are still in their room, they must be going to Church later.. I hear noises in the kitchen but assume it is the cleaner (I should have investigated this further, and now realize I would not make a good detective or militant); so figure I should just make a move, before maybe the Mum comes into my room to say goodbye. I chuck a jacket on (and am still wearing the monkey pj bottoms), we make it down the stairs and to the door... success?... "Good morning Tash" My heart stops as I am met dead on by the mother at the door. It takes her a second to register what is going on, and the look on her face is something I won't forget in a hurry... "Good morning Francesca, this is my friend Riccardo, I'm just walking him out..." she says "ok" as I scamper out the door with Riccardo and at that moment, whatever dignity or self-respect I had remaining from 2012 dissipates never to be seen again...


OH NO WAIT, THAT'S NOT YOURS....

Another side note: I have never been so mortified in my life, I have never even had this scenario growing up as a teenager. Not to mention I have so much respect for this family and particularly Francesca who is a brilliant mother and person in general, very kind, understanding and compassionate... I think I should book my tickets home now.

I am still reeling from the shock of what just took place when Riccardo says "So, I guess I won't see you again?" I reply "oh ok..." not able to register why, but it is the furthest thing from my mind at this moment. Then he says "Well I don't have your number or anything?..." Oh right, exchanging numbers, catching up again, I guess that would be nice... I quickly give him my number, then walk the 200m back up the driveway, normally this feels like a 2km walk, but this morning it is far too short...

When I re-enter the house, Francesca says "We need to talk, but not now..." Which is a very calm response given the fact she has only known me for 2weeks and I have just exited her house on a Sunday morning with clearly a 'new friend' (as she knows I don't know anyone else in Florence besides Callie). Oh god, just re-writing this brings back a thick knot in my chest. We get the little ones ready, smiling and being pleasant, then they head to church - which means I have all day to stew...and oh good, Anxiety - come stai? It's been a while...

They head to church, and I go back to bed, feeling like a very naughty school girl, and wanting to crawl into some big dark hole and never surface ever again. Finally at 3pm I drag myself out of bed and head for a walk to try and maybe lose anxiety or worst case scenario, spend some time with anxiety in a different setting. On my walk down I get a message from Francesca and before I can even open it my heart starts pumping like Nicky Minaj's superbass...

It reads: Dear Natasha, we understand you and I am very happy if you have fun with friends. We like you, but there need to be some rules, as you set an example for the children. So please no boys at our home, and like I have said, take one full weekend a month away from the house if you like, and that way you can have your privacy with friends (aka a very polite way of saying - that way you can be a skank in your own time away from my children...)

This is an amazing message, and a testament to the person that Francesca is, as she had every right to be very angry with me and react very differently, but she is a calm, level-headed person, who is very aware of communication. This is all a great to think, but only aids me in feeling worse about what I have just done, I feel like I have truly let myself down, more than in any other situation... The worst part is, it WAS actually innocent for once, but still looks terrible.

Ah well, I guess this nannying saga of my journey had to have one of these stories, otherwise it just wouldn't be me (though I am sure that I have more than enough of a quota of stories, and feel that perhaps I would like a different style of stories about guys from 2013...) When I visit Callie later in the day, she finds it hilarious - and says "it only took you 2 weeks hey?..." Oh god, I am truly a terrible human being.

On a plus side, I potentially have a date with a gorgeous Italian man, though this thought isn't warming me or shaking the anxiety just yet...



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