The lesson ended. The two-year-old's swim instructor approached me after the lesson.
We'll just call him....Goob.
Have I met you before?
(thinking) Oh brother... (Then out loud) Uh...yeah, I think once, when I brought his older brother to swimming. I usually work evenings so this is pretty new to me.
(as I'm getting two-year-old ready to shower off) So are you from New York City?
(thinking) Here we go... (then out loud) Uh...no. From Texas, actually.
Oh. (As I'm heading with two-year-old to the shower) How long have you been working with this family?
Uh...probably a year and a half, or so.
(While I'm at the shower shampooing the two-year-old's hair) Hey, I was thinking, since I probably won't see you again, I should probably go ahead and ask...
(thinking) NO!!! DON'T ASK! PLEASE! DO. NOT. ASK!
Would you like to have dinner with me?
Yeah...haha...I'm flattered...but no.
Note to self and all other Nut Nannies in New York City: when watching child's swimming lessons, watch nonchalantly and keep outward forms of expression to yourself, unless Goob swimming instructor mistakes smiles and *thumbs up* to be for himself rather than for child.