I didn't ask to be sucked down the rabbit hole of "Kimye." Hell, it was the nanny agency's idea. I don't even know how they picked my agency, to be honest.
Yet for some reason, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian called my agency to find a male nanny for their new baby – North West, as all bloggers and comedians know – and I won the lottery.
For the next two-and-a-half months, I was driven privately to Kris Jenner's mansion, where the new family was staying. Although Kanye wasn't letting the Kardashian reality show cameras in to film the family, I still had to sign my share of non-disclosure forms.
I worked in shifts with a female nanny, while trying not to listen too much to the parents – both for the sake of my job and my sanity. While half the world would love – or hate to love – listening to them every day, the other half would likely blow their brains out. Between Kanye's musical genius and love of being treated like a genius, along with Kim's incredible body and....the personality it's attached to, it was a maddening rabbit hole to get sucked down.
The body part wasn't even that present, since Kim was working off her baby weight and was determined not to show herself off until then – or until they made the right deal with a magazine. The irony of not wanting to be seen would be....palpable under any other circumstance for them.
When I could block it out, I tried to give North a few moments of regular care a day – while she could still get them. This was the usual routine, so when I was driven to the back of the mansion for my afternoon shift on this day, nothing was out of the ordinary.
The Jenners and the Kardashian sisters didn't pop up, which was somewhat rare but likely too good to be true. I didn't even see Kanye, which made me raise an eyebrow. When Kim showed up with baby North – along with damp hair and a pink robe – I struggled not to literally raise my eyebrows or anything else.
Kim explained that Kanye was meeting with his producers all day, and the rest of the family was off on a shoot. My immediate reaction – at least my immediate public reaction – was to wonder if I was still needed today, but Kim insisted I was. She said she needed an hour to "get things done" and then she'd come down to help.
I and many others could have had some snarky comments, but my profession wasn't in comedy. My real profession dictated I smile and nod, then stick to my regular routine with North while Kim was upstairs doing God knows what. With no one else around to distract me and further test the meaning of 'guilty pleasure.'
Which meant I could clearly hear Kim cursing upstairs while trying to put her daughter to sleep. As odd as it was, she didn't come downstairs to give any more clues. So I went upstairs to put North in her crib, then went to Kim's door after I double checked her baby's room for safety.
"North's asleep now," I informed after knocking on Kim's door. "Do you need me for the rest of the day?"
I waited for an answer, then I heard a quiet, "Come in and we'll work it out." Confused for a number of reasons, I carefully opened the door and went into Kim and Kanye's predictably garish guest room – complete with the giant mirror next to the bed. A bed that Kim was on while still wearing her robe.
"Okay. How do we work this out?" I asked. Of all the possible answers, I didn't consider the one where Kim got up and untied her robe. When it came off, I saw Kim was wearing a barely effective white bra and panties, which was both a relief and....not a relief.
"I know the baby weight's not gone yet. The fucking exercise programs ripped me off. Is it that obvious? I need to ask you before I ask Kanye and get into a fight. So?" Kim requested.
"I....I think you would be a better judge than I would," I said the first thing to pop into my head. Even if it probably wasn't her preferred answer.
Kim would technically be better at it, given her notorious vanity. Then again, given how much of her body I'd seen on the Internet, I could have offered some observations. Of course, since this was the first time I'd seen....so much of it up close, it would skewer my perspective.
Still, it did seem her breasts were even fuller than in her pictures and tapes – although that might not have to do with the pregnancy. Her notorious curves and thighs did seem to have more weight, but they'd already been so....well defined that it wasn't so obvious. Of course to someone like Kim, any flaw and unwelcome change would stand out even more, if not too much.
As for the ass? Unfortunately, she didn't turn around to help me out there.
Still, Kim seemed like how she always was. If no one knew who she was or what she symbolized, she could just be recognized as one of the most gorgeous women alive. Especially up close, recent pregnancy and all. It was when she spoke and reminded you of the other stuff that she became a very guilty pleasure – although it was harder to feel guilty now.
Then she spoke. "That's the problem!" she started, reminding me of the actual conversation, whatever it was. "I hated it so much, I didn't let Kanye touch me the first six weeks. It must have pissed him off, cause now he won't touch me when I am ready. Now I don't know what to believe. Why do you think I didn't leave the house or let E! see me?"
I didn't have many answers she would like, so I kept quiet. She continued with, "I miss my old body. I miss Kanye fucking it. I miss being touched down there too." I willed myself to block that part out.
"I still see a lot of your old body. And the new stuff shouldn't be enough to make him stop fucking you. Not at all," I said, feeling better that I was reassuring her. At least until I realized what I actually said.
Before I could apologize, Kim answered, "You sure? I know I can't be objective. Are you just saying that because you think I'll cut your shifts?"
"I didn't know that was on the table. But I still said that nice stuff before I did," I cleverly worked around that, or so I hoped. Kim didn't have a follow up, so she just took her robe and walked away to hang it up – allowing me to finally analyze her ass.
Like the rest of her, her ass was already thick enough that extra weight wouldn't make a huge difference – to coin a phrase. Yet Kim judged her appearance differently than most of us would. Nevertheless, her ass still made me groan louder than I should have.
Kim still stayed blank faced, although she had made a career out of that already. She just sat on the side of the bed, while I stayed on my feet nearby.
"I wanted to look good enough so I could surprise Kanye when he got home," Kim stated. "But I don't know. I'm too nervous to have him....do that stuff by now. What if it's too different for him? What if he doesn't wanna do....certain parts now? If he looks at me different, you know they will too!" she reasoned, pointing to the outside world.
Even E! might not put this on TV if they were here – but it probably would have made her far more relatable to the rest of the world. I shook that observation aside and said, "It's normal to think that way. Lots of women like you feel that way at first."
"But that doesn't help me now," Kim scoffed, then asked, "Wait, do you know how they got over it?"
"Not personally," I answered. "My shifts usually ended before I saw the clients work it out," I added.
"Shit. Well, I need something to get me ready," Kim admitted. "Is it just because I don't wanna disappoint Kanye?"
"Maybe," I offered. "Hell, if you could fuck someone else off the bat for practice, it might get the jitters out."
You can nitpick this all you want, but I really wasn't offering to volunteer. I just came up with the first funny thought in my head. But while I was laughing to myself until I came to my senses, Kim was actually thinking. "That's not the worst idea...." I heard her mutter.
"What?" I snapped back into reality.
"I'm just nervous to fuck my husband again. If I warm up on someone who matters less, I can get everything out of my system for Kanye," Kim declared. "It's not like I forgot how to do this stuff! I just gotta feel sexy enough to do it. It'll be easier if it doesn't mean anything else!"
Although I hadn't thought ahead before I spoke earlier, I was thinking ahead enough now to see where this was going. Before Kim even looked at me, I went through the whole spectrum of nerves, paranoia and full blown arousal. "He might see it different if he comes home soon," I let my paranoia win for now. "And the baby..."
"Kanye's too good at his job to get away right now. And you're too good at yours to leave my sleeping baby in trouble in her room. Right?" Kim made sure.
"Obviously. I know too well how to do that now," I assured her, hoping it discouraged her from using the blackmail option.
"I know too, baby," she answered. So she was going for flattery now.
As her offer and everything it meant truly sunk in, I was still too uneasy to really look at her. But then again, if Kim still needed to feel sexy, it's not like she would have minded me checking her out.
In fact, she was probably counting on it. In this scenario, she was smarter than most gave her credit for. So I gave her that small win by letting my eyes trail down her body again.