Jack is thirty-five and single once again. He is not, as he as quick to point out, going through a midlife crisis. Still, it would be nice to have a partner.<br><br>So he sets out on an adventure to find the one-time love of his life, Bing, a man he hasn't set eyes on in more than fifteen years, a man who has seemingly vanished off the face of the planet. With the help of his family and friends -- plus the family dog and, of all people, his high school bully -- he goes searching for Bing, only to unearth an ages-old mystery that puts them all in grave danger.<br><br>In this hysterically funny tale of romance and self-discovery, the question remains right up to the surprise ending: can we return to our past in order to create better our future?

Midlife Crisis

He pulled away a bit. “Friend, huh?” His face scrunched up. “I’m glad we are now, now that I’m, you know, out.” He whispered the last word. I guessed that out had a certain range that didn’t necessarily extend to work, at least not in small-town California. “I mean, I was sort of mean to you back in high school.”


A light bulb suddenly flashed above my head. This, I knew, I could use to my advantage. “You were horrible to me, Dave. Horrible!” And no, I wasn’t whispering. After all, I was my mother’s son.


His face scrunched up as he moved us to a quieter corner. “I know, I know,” he said. “I guess it was because I thought no one would clock me if I was mean to the gay kid.”


I titled my head. “But no one knew I was gay, not until the end of my senior year. And even then, not that many people knew for sure.”


He grinned. “Jack, you were the lead in every school play.”


Chapter 13