Chapter One
One — The second first time
If you’ve read the rest of this series, you’ll know I eventually got somewhere good. A rebuilt life, a relationship chosen on purpose, a version of myself I actually liked. I’m not going to pretend that was the end of the story, because life doesn’t really work that way. Years later, for very different reasons than the first time, I found myself single again. Fifty years old, starting over, in a body and a life that didn’t look anything like the one I’d started over in the first time round.
This book is about that particular kind of starting over — not the acute heartbreak of a marriage ending in your thirties, but the strange, specific experience of being single again later in life, when your friends are mostly settled, when your body has quietly changed the rules without asking you, and when everyone around you seems to have an opinion about what a man your age is supposed to do next.
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