Another romance for the more than 40.

Midge Everette: I’m forty-one today. It’s my birthday, and I’m crying over burnt toast. That’s not some euphemism. Literally, I’m sobbing over crusty loaf of bread, so I call a crisis middle. I just need someone to speak to about life. Only I acknowledge the smoky tone of voice of the person on the line. Sweet cheese, don’t let it be .

Hank Paige: As a former rock star, We once had everything. Fame. Fortune. Females. Except for the one thing I wanted most. I QUICKLY dropped everything. I repair cars today and restore other’s dreams. I just desire to be somebody’s someone. And there’s a certain woman with captivating eyes who might be the more I’m looking for. For the like of all items, please let it be her . . .

In the midst of questioning everything, could love be the resolution to a midlife crisis?

Contains mature themes.