A hunky artist answers Rosie’s want ad — and fulfills all of her needs.

Some women stop thinking — and others stop speaking — when they encounter a man as ruggedly good looking as the specimen who was standing in front of me. I hit the daily double, though; I neither thought nor spoke as we faced each other. Well, at least I didn’t drool.

“You’re looking for a hot dishwasher?” Jerry asked.

I gazed at him stupidly, almost as if there were an actual question mark hovering over my head. 

He wasn’t a complete stranger to me. Jerry had been in my little eatery from time to time over the past few weeks, sitting at the counter and drawing on a notepad. He’d ordered cups of coffee and always offered me a friendly smile.

The first day... Read More