I am far from attractive, but not far from Tulsa.
I think I’m running late.
I was at an event the other day, selling and signing books when I met a man who had no intention to buy a book. Yet, for some reason or other, he stopped by my table with one of his friends. It was obvious to me that this was a man that had reached that point in his life which we call a “midlife crisis.” In his own words to me, he admitted that he had become a man he didn’t respect anymore. In all likelihood, I will find a message from him on my office phone [he took my business card] with the request to work with me on becoming a better man.
It was this chance meeting [or was it really chance?] that leads me to write about midlife crisis. This is what my friend, a Canadian…
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