“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” Thank you, John Lennon. You certainly have me pegged. I had a plan for my life and it did not include walking in on my boyfriend schtupping his secretary. What’s a girl to do? If you’re saying to relocate across the country, ding-ding-ding—we have a winner. My new plan was no plan at all. Just work and fun in the San Diego sun. I wasn’t looking for love but it found me, regardless—in the form of a gorgeous, golden surfer. The only issue? He’s thirteen years younger. Oh, and his friends hate me. And, because the universe has a warped sense of humor, my ex just transferred to my San Diego hospital, gunning for a second chance after his illicit tryst went south. So many choices, so little time.