Since he was a kid, he’d always wanted to go somewhere far away and stay there for more than thirty-six hours. Bask in the culture, take his time to explore the intricacies of a single city. As of yet, it hadn’t happened. With his crazy work schedule, he hadn’t taken a vacation of any length in more than five years. Now he had his chance and nothing was going to stop him from snatching the brass ring he’d waited so long to grab.

Yet, except for his travel plans, he hadn’t made any definite decisions about what direction he now wished to head. The answer was out there, yet it frustratingly remained just beyond his reach, whispering that if he just stretched a little bit farther, the solution would come to him. At some point he’d have to make a decision, but thanks to careful financial planning, that point wasn’t right now. And with six months left on the lease on his Manhattan apartment, he didn’t need to worry about moving just yet. Which was good as he had no idea where he planned to live-other than to know it would no longer be in fast-paced Manhattan.

So, in the meanwhile, he’d do what the doctor ordered. Rest. Relax. Toss off his all-work, no-play persona and embrace the carefree, bachelor lifestyle. Hook up with a bevy of gorgeous women. Not that he’d lived like a monk before-but he’d certainly devoted a hell of a lot more time to his job than to his social life. A few years down the road, after he’d seen the world, made up for lost dating time and had a new career going, then he’d start looking around for Ms. Right.