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

I got dressed. I stared at the naked photo of myself. I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, Jack,” I said. “If you only knew then what you know now.” I laughed. I wondered if knowing would’ve changed anything. I found a pen. I wrote my phone number down on the back of the Polaroid.


I walked outside. He was leaning against my car. His eyes were again locked on mine. There was no menace, but the stare had changed nonetheless. My heart fluttered. I was standing in front of him again. In the sunlight, the green of his eyes were very nearly blinding, like staring into a pond with the midday sun shining off of it.


“Weird,” he said. “It’s you and it’s not you.”


I nodded. That was it exactly. I hugged him. He hugged me back. We could share what we had just shared, but that was as far as he was going to go. I wondered who he was protecting. I could’ve asked, but what would’ve been the point? Clearly, I wasn’t going to get any answers.


Chapter 37