He wasn't Rose; no matter what he did, and no matter how hard he tried to get the goofy Time Lord's attention, if only for a moment, and oh how he did try, it wasn't enough. At the end of the day, all that the Doctor cared about was Rose, and Jack wasn't Rose. Jack didn't especially want to be Rose, either; he didn't want to toddle about at the Doctor's heels, he didn't want to think about there being good in every being, and he certainly didn't want to be a woman-- not that there was anything wrong with women, in fact Jack quite enjoyed their company, but the fact was that he never pictured himself with breasts... well, maybe once, but what