Seems I have an admirer…he’s sweet, cute and eleven.

Wouldn’t you know.

Jack, who’s taken a shine to me, lives around the corner in a very fancy schmancy building. I see him almost every day with his babysitter, Jules, a pretty, cocoa-colored woman of forty, who takes him to the cafe downstairs from me for an after school snack.

Imagine a four-foot seven banker with a Gucci wallet, an iPhone and the Journal tucked under his arm.

Have you ever seen that Little Rascals episode when they find a magic lamp and make wishes? Wish I had a monkey, one of them chants…but somehow they end up reduced in size. That’s what Jack resembles…someone who’s supposed to be bigger.

We met when I was standing outside opening my mail. I just had words with our cranky mailman who tends to leave every letter in the neighborhood that doesn’t belong to us in our vestibule. Jack, gallantly came over and said, “Maybe I can help.” (no, I did not make this up.)

“She’s trying to explain that these people don’t live here, so why do you insist on leaving their mail?” His diction, by the way, could slice veal.

“The Asian mailman who suddenly looked as if  he had a bad prawn said, “You kid…I mailmun,” before wheeling himself away.

Cute right? Who said chivalry is dead…it’s here, right around the corner in the body of a very short stockbroker. He then introduced me to Jules who I have to say, is a true jewel. Polite, good-natured, lets Jack be Jack overseeing without getting in his way. I suppose that’s why she didn’t blink an eye when he invited me to tea.

“Looks like you could use a cup,” he said, ignoring his phone that was loudly ringing. Oh why aren’t you older, and taller?

“My mother says, tea makes everything more manageable.”

So in we went where he proceeded, after insisting we have a window seat, to order for the table complete with lemon, honey and scones. I love when a man orders for me…makes me feel feminine and coddled, but he usually drives and is old enough to vote.

The truth is, I can’t remember spending a nicer afternoon than with this warm, well-meaning, much too grown-up, young boy.

When I asked what his dad did he said, he’s a European investor (whatever the fuck that is) who’s rarely home. “I take care of my mother and sister,” he said, like they were his two pet rabbits,” I mean someone has to.”

My heart twinged as I watched him order more hot water for me and Jules.

Another sad glimpse of the very rich…how they procreate and collect forgetting exactly what they’ve accumulated along the way.

Being regretfully childless…

I sure wish Jack were mine, then I could pour hot water for him.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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14 Responses to Jack

  1. Oh, you’ll have to fight me for Jack! He reminds me of a boss I had early on who came from a very prominent family in Philadelphia. I would swear he was born with a suit on! He was basically raised by his chauffeur. As an adult he was so intrigued by the dynamic of a regular family, which he was determined to provide for his children. I hope Jack gets to experience that too.


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Despite his ‘lack’ of a father, Jack seems well adjusted. But I wonder if he ever plays tag in the dark, jumps on his bed, or makes a blanket-fort.


    • You see, that’s it Skinny. That’s what he’s missing out on. That boyhood he was naturally graced with. The only thing that may be blissfully true, is that he doesn’t really miss it. He’s a very typical higher echelon type of kid…lots of privilege without much else to compare it to. He has no idea he should be playing tag and jumping on the bed…a grace of sorts. 🙂


    • I know…he’s such a little doll…breaks my heart that his childhood that should be so celebrated, has been cut in half with responsibilities that are not his own. I was like that…just not as stylist and sophisticated at his age. Thanks Jimmie.


  3. Lisa says:

    The moment he came to your rescue I had a big grin on my face. That was too stinking cute.


  4. katecrimmins says:

    He has incredible manners for someone so young. I wish I could see more of that especially in the youngsters that play stickball. The good thing is that he doesn’t miss what he doesn’t know. Perhaps his life is full in different ways. Not many kids his age have tea with models.


    • Good point…like that a lot. Yes, I don’t think he misses anything. I wish you could have seen him man tea. It was so cute not to mention efficient. He’s a little man already, at eleven going to be twelve come March.


  5. micklively says:

    I wouldn’t class “she’s trying to explain” as chivalry.


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