Nestled near the Tampa Convention Center and a cadre of swanky hotels that cater to out-of-town business types, Jackson’s is the spot to score with single working women and the married types looking for a little on the side while their respective hubby/boyfriend commits his own when-the-cat’s-away-the-mice-will-play transgression. The waterfront view, the posh rented room within walking distance … it’s the perfect storm for a no-strings-attached fling. But use some finesse, OK? Don’t pull a Doug Belden and start slinging around unwanted smooches.
This article appears in Sep 12-18, 2007.