Jacks

09/2006

Jack Dowd is married to Jill Dowd. They are Married Sarasota Couple. If I’m lucky, I think I’ll try it. Someday. But, for now, I am happy single sarasota girl.

Besides, I have my own Jack.

Recently, I was out to dinner with friends at Fleming’s. At my table, Elsie confessed this: she desperately wants her boss to “Ten Ninety Nine” her rather than “W-Two” her. I was mesmerized by the possibilities. Captivated. Intrigued. Tempted, I dare say.

Then, right smack dab in the middle of my Ten-Ninety-Nine fantasy, what did I see? “My Jack” – two tables across the room. There he was – smug, smiling, the envy of every man in the joint. He didn’t even notice me. I was completely invisible. And no wonder. There he was – Jack and six hot women. Count ’em. One-two-three-four-five-six. There were photographers. Questions. Lots of fuss. It was a madhouse.

Jack and Linda. Jack, Linda and Tina. Jack, Linda, Tina and Susan. Jack, Linda, Tina, Susan, Pam, Christine, Kendall. You get the picture.

I had no idea what to do with myself. Ignore him? Taunt him? It was no use. I didn’t stand a chance. Even if I was the only woman at a table with six hot men (and I wasn’t). But let’s count anyway! One-two-three-four-five-six! Jack never noticed me. I was just two tables south but I could have been dining at McMurdo Station, for all he cared.

So, evidently, here in Sarasota, if you’re a Jack, you’ve got it good. Fall down and break your crown? No problem. You’ve got Jill. Or, you’ve got Jill and a whole lot more. Take it from Linda’s Jack. Tina’s Jack. Or even – “my Jack.”

That guy’s got it good.