At forty-years-old, I'd never imagined putting myself out there again. But my daughter's feel that enough time has passed and it is time for me to try and find love again. When my childhood friend and first love offers to help me practice dating again, reluctantly I agree. But now with those old emotions resurfacing, will I be able to differentiate between what's real and what's fake?


I've been waiting for year's for Layla to be ready to find love again. Literally counted down the hours to her fortieth birthday. When the time came, I could sense she still wasn't ready. So, I initiated plan-B: pretend to date her and slowly break down the fortress that surrounds her broken heart.