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 smiled. “Do your leg hairs still feel wiry?”


I returned his smile in kind. “Do yours still feel like peach fuzz?”


He was suddenly an inch in front of me. I could see the emerald green of his eyes despite the gloominess of the room. His breath smelled like coffee. I could hear him breathing. I could feel his lips on mine a moment later. Everything was moving in slow motion. I couldn’t move. My hands and feet decided to stop working. I melted into him. I felt eighteen. I thought to shout for joy. I thought to faint. I stopped thinking altogether; it seemed far easier that way.


He broke the kiss first. “I missed you.”


I laughed. It was a nervous laugh. I hadn’t even thought about him until recently. Now, he was all I could think about―when I wasn’t thinking about Dave, that is. “I’m glad you’re not dead.”


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