Several men have told me that, according to God, we needed to be together.

"We were destined to be together." "God wants us to be together."

Wow, God wants EXACTLY what you want. Don't you love it when that happens?

A lot of men have said -- and apparently believed -- that they were my soulmates. I must have a lot of soul. Or maybe it's God's way of telling me that I'm meant for plural marriage -- or a harem of dubious men. Or the soulmate department is falling behind in quality control and empowering way too many dudes with this notion.

Last week I visited Chatroulette, a site that brings a random cavalcade of complete strangers into your home, via live webcam, from anywhere in the world. A male friend volunteered to serve as stenographer and virtual security guard.

Facebook "Friends" with Benefits - Literally and Figuratively
Of course my editor will not let me use the f word, but you get the idea….dontcha?

I’m sitting at my usual, weeknight, mid-night spot: my full size bed, 500 count thread sheets (hotel collection), four queen sized pillows propping up my back with my laptop on my tah dah! Lap. It’s my nightly ritual! What am I doing at this ungodly hour? I’m checking my social networking accounts (love the letters you email me at nancy@asiancemagazine.com by the way).