Jo, from Suite 712, hasn’t been heard from in days. In fact, she was last seen over at the café with a friend just a weekend ago. Absent from work, straying from the gym, Jo has only left her apartment, sneaking out the back way, when her beloved poodle, Carl, needs a quick walk. Finally, one day, a neighbor witnessed Jo crossing the street and returning shortly after with four coffees in a tray.
Just a week ago, Jo had a dilemma that caused so much stress she shaved off her faux-hawk and dyed her wig red. She then called her best friend for help, and with Carl on leash they left the Wylland’s Estates and trekked to the café.
Jo, who once gave up on love, explained to Anna the root of her distress. Sometime between Easter and now, she had somehow met and began dating three men. At first she ignored each of their advances, avoided their calls, and turned away as they approached, but after the flowers, and after the chocolates, she could no longer pretend she wasn’t at least a bit swayed.
Anna, who only ever dated simultaneously at least three men, leaned in closer, intrigued by the change in her friend.
“How is this a problem?”
“Well. How do I pick?” She described the three men. One was athletic, the other was sensitive, and the third lived just down the street. “Convenient, you see, and he actually even washes his hair!”
Anna simply shook her head. “I still don’t see the problem.”
“Well, each one is handsome enough, but add them together and only then do they form the perfect man.”
Anna nodded slowly, understanding. They each took a long, contemplating sip from their cups. Finally, Jo asked again, “So how do I pick?”
“Biggest bank account?”
“Two of them own a business…”
“And the other?”
“The other’s an artist…”
“Starving?”
“No. And he has the nicest loft…”
“Loft?”
“Dog and style and hair and smile.”
“And the others?”
“One’s a house, the other’s a… penthouse.”
“And their bodies?”
“They’re all fairly fit.”
“Go with the biggest hands—“
“—But he has the smallest feet.”
“Family?”
Jo leans in with a big smile. “All three…back east.”
“Darling, I can see your dilemma.”
“What’s happened to me, Anna? Just a couple months ago I was saying that men are good for one thing only, and that thing I can buy at that shop down the street.”
And then the door burst open and all Anna could see were three hot men walking straight towards their seat. All three of them striking, all three the same height, they bounced off each other as Jo ducked for cover and Carl rose to his feet.
“Surprise,” Said One.
“We knew you’d be here.” Said the Other
And the Third, “We spent the day together, and we’d been talking. Talking, you know…”
Then all together, “About you.”
Jo finally peeked from behind her purse. “About me?” She turned to an awestruck Anna. “Anna, this is Alex, Adrian and Aidan.”
“They all know each other?”
Alex, in response, moved behind Jo and began to massage her shoulders. “No,” he said, “Not until today.”
Adrian, in retaliation, lifted Jo’s right leg and began to massage her foot. “We’ve come here to ask her to choose.”
“To choose?” Jo gasped.
“Yes,” said Aidan, pulling a silver necklace out of his pocket and dangling it in front of her face. “We’re all madly in love with you, Jo, and none of us can stand it any longer.”
Alex, his fingers working all over her neck, “I can’t live thinking you belong to another.”
Anna didn’t know what to say. She merely turned to Jo, who said it for her. “Man, I’ve got good taste.” As the men declared their love in the middle of the shop, Jo pulled out her camera. “Well, if I have to choose one, then let me at least get a picture with all.”
As they all struck a pose, Anna held up the camera, mumbled something to Jo that all eight ears seemed to have heard. “Why settle for one, hun, when you can go home as four?
Snap!
The following weekend, when Jo left Suite 712 and returned to the same coffee shop, she ordered her four lattes to go, with the biggest smile the barista would witness in his entire life.
Ldm
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