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

Monroe and Paul went back to San Francisco. Ma and Dad and I drive back to their house. Chompers peed upon arrival. Chompers was our lone constant.


Dave called. I was hoping Dave would call. I was dreading it as well. I knew I could’ve asked him out now that Bing was presumably nowhere in the picture, but how do you start a relationship knowing that you’ve picked the second runner-up? Then there was the fact that Dave lived in Ono and I lived in San Francisco. In other words, apart from the sex, Dave and I were doomed from the start.


“Everything going okay?” he asked. He sounded chipper. He sounded like he was faking chipper. I studied acting, after all, and so I knew acting when I heard it.


“I found Bing,” I told him, not wanting to beat around the bush.


“Oh,” he coughed out. “That’s, you know, great.”


I couldn’t help but laugh. “You sound as if you’re delivering a eulogy, Dave.”


Chapter 39